Blond Magic

A cycle of poems «Or Maybe You're an Angel»

She walks in like a summer breeze,
Golden hair dancing with the trees,
Every glance ignites a spark,
In her presence, the world’s less dark.

With a smile, she lights the night,
Casting shadows, shining bright,
In her laughter, the stars align,
She’s a spell, a love divine.

Blond magic, in the air,
A twist of fate, beyond compare,
Her aura glows, a silken thread,
In the tapestry, where dreams are spread.
Oh, blond magic, don’t you fade,
With every heartbeat, history’s made.

Whispers soft on a moonlit street,
She twirls around, my heart skips a beat,
Like a painter with a brush of light,
She colors my world, makes everything right.

With a wink, she breaks the mold,
Turning darkness into gold,
In her hands, the night blooms wide,
A love affair, a thrilling ride.

Blond magic, in the air,
A twist of fate, beyond compare,
Her aura glows, a silken thread,
In the tapestry, where dreams are spread.
Oh, blond magic, don’t you fade,
With every heartbeat, history’s made.

In the twilight, under starlit skies,
I see forever in her eyes,
She’s my muse, my guiding star,
With her, I’ve come so very far.

Blond magic, in the air,
A twist of fate, beyond compare,
Her aura glows, a silken thread,
In the tapestry, where dreams are spread.
Oh, blond magic, don’t you fade,
With every heartbeat, history’s made.

So here we stand, hand in hand,
Two souls united, a perfect plan,
With blond magic, life feels new,
In this moment, it’s just us two.
Oh, blond magic, forever stay,
In my heart, you’re the only way.