Yeah. I created this little thing earleir today, whilst my mind was wandering on stuff. I posted it on facebook, just because. I guess I would like your opinions/thoughts on this piece.

Love is Magic.
Abstract Magic.
But still...
Magic.
It could be considered a mystery.
Or a familiar emotion.
It can be viewed as a blessing or a curse.
As White Magic or Black.
But it unites us, sometimes
Even after Death.
Its unpredictable
Complicated
Yet so unbelievably simple
A pattern... elegant
Frivolous
Challenging
And yet - still indescribable
One of Life's mysteries

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The Pevensey Bay Disaster
Moriarty: My nerves are strained to breaking point.
[twang]
Moriarty: There goes one now!
Ned's Atomic Dustbin
Bloodnok: I bet you five pounds you'll live forever, starting now!
[pause]
Bloodnok: You've done it! You've lived forever!
~Spike Mulligan

Hmmm, I like it.

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The longer we can keep building,
the longer we can keep creating,
the more will be possible.
The longer we can tolerate being incomplete.
Delay gratification.

__________________
The Pevensey Bay Disaster
Moriarty: My nerves are strained to breaking point.
[twang]
Moriarty: There goes one now!
Ned's Atomic Dustbin
Bloodnok: I bet you five pounds you'll live forever, starting now!
[pause]
Bloodnok: You've done it! You've lived forever!
~Spike Mulligan

I like your poem. The contrast and description is great. Love is magic, but just like magic, its not always what it seems to appear. Keep going and submit more (: - Lana.