A new hue has kissed the feeling's core,
This heart, a new companion now to adore.
To this color, to this bond,
Love's very name, now to be found.
Oh, what magic, this love's art,
Oh, what magic, that steals the heart.
Though near, as if from miles away,
Why do distances still hold sway?
The heart embraced you as its own,
Yet lips fear the words, unknown.
Each grace of yours, my beloved dear,
We gaze upon with love's bright tear.
Oh, what magic, this love's art,
Oh, what magic.
The voice my heart has sung aloud,
Did your own heart also hear it, proud?
The words that pierced my very soul,
Did yours, as well, make whole?
If such a thing has come to pass,
Then this, the first love's gentle glass.
Oh, what magic,
Oh, what magic.
Beyond myself, on one unknown,
Why has belief so fiercely grown?
His city, from my own so far,
Why does it gleam, a shining star?
The lotus of the heart, blooms there,
The lotus of the heart, beyond compare.
Yet, only here, it yearns to bloom, to share.
Oh, what magic, this love's art,
Oh, what magic, that steals the heart,
Oh, what magic, this love's art.
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