A Kind of Magick
(unsubtitled)
Daniel R. Risacher

Your beauty is like the sun in winter
	so welcome and yet so tragic
Your smile, worth a thousand lifetimes
	itself, a kind of magick
 
Words, like gems, fall from your lips
	no less precious or less rare
Those lips I dream to think to kiss
	yet never would I dare
 
So quiet and unsure you seem
	yet truth and light do hold you
And every time you doubt yourself
	your beauty is more true
 
 
Love is such a precious thing
	not giv'n or taken fast
'Tis wisdom to have sure foundations
	when building things to last
 
Despite the pages love has filled
	it still retains its mystery
for love is itself, a kind of magick,
 	set free from fantasy