Magical is the essence that envelops the silence,
to feel your gaze, a whisper in the wind,
though your eyes are distant mirrors,
there is a golden thread that unites us, subtle, human.
Magical is the breeze that caresses my skin,
an ethereal touch, as soft as honey,
in the air floats your laughter and your voice,
an enchanted echo that burns inside me.
Magic is the instant when time slows down,
where your ideas dance, where everything is ordered,
I think of you in the air, I feel you in my being,
magical is this union that cannot be seen.
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