There is no interest here for your magic.
Nor are there embers here to rekindle,
That would ignite a slow dying flame!
I'm jaded.
Games played like that have faded.
I am not against recognitions of love.
I wish to experience the honesty of romance.
A natural ocurrence that stirs within the heart.
Something that happens while strolling in the park.
Something in the eyes and not so much from the lips.
Something that stays in the mind...
After separating ourselves from the hips.
For me that's all the magic I need.
That's all I wish to get!
A sideshow I can leave behind.
And that has been done once.
One too many times!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem