Love Poem: Magic
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Written by: Linda Alice Fowler

Magic

It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.

I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.

Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.

 It’s just an illusion,
 I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
 you.