Wasted Magic: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.

Wasted Magic: An Original Non-lyrical Poem.
By: Zach Brehany

People have magic.
One like no other.
It creates peace.
Happiness.
It is called Love.

Love.
A preacious gift.
Destroyed too many.
Few lasts.

What is love?
Popularity?
Apperance?
The hell of it?

What about,
completion,?
loyalty?
Soul?

Love is Magic.
Love is Magic.

Love is like oxygen.
Love lifts us up wear we belong.
All you need is love.
Never have truer words been said.
But it is taken so lightly.

When you find love,
All hope is their.
When not returned,
Darkness eclipse the heart.