I write a poem
Re-write from my previous poem actually.

Really, How could you do all of that?
Even winter turns to spring. 
You change the weather anywhere you're at.
Oh, how lovely the day you bring.

Despite the dim, shines still my face.
Flying in mind, my personal space.
Decorating joy all over my head.
My world had been blue, but then it fades.

Now canvas painted with warm violet.
Was this mantra, or amor?
Like a spell. My wondrous sonnet.
The only one I adore.

Not a man can have such power.
No, you cannot be just any man.
Will you make me a believer?
Prove your magic, my mystic man. 
Flick your wand, then dream comes true.
Now flick your wand so I can be with you.

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