How Could You Blame Me?

I tend to scare you away with all this talk about magic.

But can you really blame me?

It’s so hard not to believe,

when you are the Prince to my Princess, in our fairytale.

Magic is

You fitting every description written in my diary

before I had even met you.

Magic is knowing you’d be mine the first moment I saw you.

Magic is what I felt when our lips locked for the first time.

Magic is you kneeling until I said yes.

Magic is you understanding what I meant when I typed, “I fhsajhs you.”

Since the beginning, you have been my handsome prince.

The one who has been singing the duet of love alongside me.

Fairytales are wonderful, however the true magic is never seen in them.

True Magic

Is slaying the dragons of life together.

True Magic

Is calling each other out, when we’re not singing along to life’s tune correctly.

True Magic

Was my focus on our love, while I thought I was slipping away from this earth.

True Magic

Is never regretting one second spent with you.

True Magic

Is being ok with the fact that even if I am not with you, I’ll always love you.

How could you blame me?

Each moment with you, ignites a spark in my heart.

Sparks that only true love can develop into a flame.

Our flame has been kept alive for so long, I could go on and on.

Is there such thing as love, without magic?

Love is magic, and you make me feel it everyday.

So, how could you blame me for believing?