Magic

When I woke up late that morning
I couldn’t believe my eyes
It was tragic
Without a word of warning
You decided to disappear
As if by magic
I’ve tried to dream you back to me
But I knew it would never be

All you had to do was wave your wand
And I would come running
But was your love an act?
I thought we had an unbreakable bond
How wrong I was
But I still want you back
I’ve cried a thousand tears about you
Because I can’t believe we’re through

Would I see you again if I said ‘Abracadabra?’
If I threw my heart and all my love at ya
Would you catch it?
You used to be real, now you’re my illusion
I fell for every trick that you were using
But you were magic

I Love Your Eyes

I love your eyes, your sparkling eyes;
They speak to me softly, with no lies.

Your eyes are like the morning dew,
Refreshing, delightful and beautiful.
Your eyes glow and I drown in their beauty.
I would love to stay there in a blissful frenzy.

Every time I look into your eyes,
I’m lost in innumerable memories
And I forget the world around me.

Your eyes, your mesmerizing eyes.
I love your eyes …
You are my greatest prize.

Butterfly Laughter

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

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Butterfly Laughter

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said:  “Do not eat the poor

butterfly.”
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother’s lap.