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Nov 2012
Words are just words that may blow on the wind
Touch is just touch that can hurt like a dart
Love is just madness that may bind or divide
Magic is my love for everything about you.

Feelings are just feelings that may change over time
Need is just need that can be selfish and crass
Lust is just want that can often cause pain
Magic is your love and the pleasure it brings me.

Hopes are just hopes that may frustrate and confuse
Stress is just stress that can be destructive and sad
Living is the life that you have given me to savour
Magic is our love and the electricity between us.
Ian Beckett
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Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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