It's the only magic that is still surviveduntil nowand it willuntil foreverthis magic resides in usfrom the very beginning of our lifeuntil we dieto see the fruit of the magicthe magicmust work, unfortunately the magic choose itself, whether it wants to work or not. When the magic put in work, it'll work forver until the magic again choose itself not to work.when the magic ends, one of us must suffer hatred of the damned. But it is very rare that the magic choose one of us to be the eternal champion of the magic,......love.
Reason for writing:
the mysterious ways of love is what inspiring me to write this poem, because this is my first adventure to the damned and wonderfull world of love. thank you
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