There’s always magic when you’re falling in love
and when L
ove has fallen from your grasp
Magic revisits, uninvited, wearing grief as its mask
Just to remind you of all the eternities
the ones you’ve lived and the ones you’re yet to know
that Magic never left, and Love was the seeds you’ve sewn
Yes, Magic comes when you’re falling in love
Like frost comes to tell stories of Winter’s return
Let us all live as if we’re falling in love
with the wonder and the lust and the wanderlust
Let all the Magic in, conscious of it, kneading it and thanking it, placing it
into your every moment. Every moment.
anita lorraine moore 
The Magic is always there, sometimes wearing a slinky disguise… Sometimes it has fallen into such deep slumber, that You must conger it up, especially during those time betwixt and between falling in Love and when Love has slipped out of Your grasp. No One knows when or why…
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