Little Boxes

When I told you that I gave up on Magic I might have been lying Sometimes it can sneak in when you least expect it. The little things. Small In their subtle way Unpredictable And such a fun surprise I am spoiled Blessed. Given this next chance to shine brightly. As you do. As if I had a choice. I'm ok to put this too

in another one of those little boxes. And open it up from time to time When I'm again blessed by magic.