Magic
To me you're some kind of magic.
Appearing from thin air.
Blessed by Amor.
Piercing my being with a arrow, borrowed from cupid.
Bewitching m.
Running through my blood.
Pumping my ticker.
Glaring at the fantasy accompanying my thoughts.
Because, you're some kind of magic.
I believe.
Making me escape into serenity.
- Rohit Nikam
Appearing from thin air.
Blessed by Amor.
Piercing my being with a arrow, borrowed from cupid.
Bewitching m.
Running through my blood.
Pumping my ticker.
Glaring at the fantasy accompanying my thoughts.
Because, you're some kind of magic.
I believe.
Making me escape into serenity.
- Rohit Nikam
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