Now You See It, Now You Don't

  Roses are red,

  The sky is blue,

  And love... love is real

Love is real because of the butterflies I get when I walk past you in the hall, and you don't even know that I'm there

Love is real because of the way you dance in the rain

Love is real because of Cinderella, and Snow White, and all the princesses out there

Love is real because of wonder and music and art and Paris

Love is real because of the way your hair dances like leaves in the autumn breeze

Love is real because of that couple that kissed on the playground, then on the football field, then on the bed, and grew old together and faded into forever

Love is real because of that song that you keep playing over and over and over and over

Love is real because of cocoa butter kisses

Love is real because of  picture with the lipstick stains that you tape to your bathroom mirror

Love is real because of the punishment you get for missing curfew by a few hours, but you don't care

Love is real because of first kisses, and last ones

Love is real because of the call that wakes you up because shes too afraid to drive to work in the snow

Love is real because one day your dancing at the school ball, and the next you have a hole in your <3

But is love really real, or do we just love the idea of love? Its like a magic trick that you just cant seem to figure out. Like how did that rabbit fit in the hat, or how did he get that coin in my ear. 

Love is magic,

                   Now you see it, Now you don't.