The Magic Of Love Poem by Wegen Gebresilasie

I recall memories
of old contemplations
I thought was merely
a imaginary of the mind
A fantasy in a dream, that was real
In a dark lonely night
of a sweet dream
It's an illusion,
its fake, I thought
And impossible to find
But the day I met you
I began to see
Love is real
And it exists in all
Including me
Who would of thought?
It's an illusion,
its fake, I thought
Now I see clearly
now i know evidently
how only wrong I was