There's Magic Still In Love Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Never lost.
Never,
Bewildered.

No, I'm...
Never lost.
No...ever,
Bewildered.

But I can be,
The one deceived.
And I can be,
Too naïve.
Also the one,
To believe...
There's magic still in love.

Never lost.
Never,
Bewildered.

No, I'm...
Never lost.
Nor...ever,
Bewildered.

But I can be,
The one deceived.
And I can be,
Too naïve.
Also the one,
To believe...
There's magic still in love,
For me.

Even when the clouds are gray,
I'm the one to believe...
They'll go away,
Permanently...
Depending on the Sun that rises.
And those tears from me that leave.

But I can be,
The one deceived.
And I can be,
Too naïve.
Also the one,
To believe...
There's magic still in love,
For me.
Even when the clouds are gray.

Never lost.
Never,
Bewildered.

No, I'm...
Never lost.
Nor...ever,
Bewildered.

But I can be,
Much too honest.
And I can hurt,
Easily.
Yet still believe,
There is magic...
Kept inside my heart,
To find for me...
True love.