MAGIC

The magic is lost,
He has been with the times,
In the trunk of memories,
The magic of your eyes,
It has been sad and nostalgic,
The magic of your laughter faded,
Just left your lips,
Closed with horror.
The magic of love is just magic,
When it touches the lie,
Or just the desire of the moment,
As an ephemeral space of time,
Where a beam of light recalls the life,
As an act of love,
The magic only exists
When your love beats,
Among my arms.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA