What is honey to the bees?
What is sun to the trees?
That’s fire in your touch
It makes me thing of you so much?
Like the poets tender rhyme
Always gentle on his mind
There’s something special about you
That makes me feel the way I do
Your love... it’s like magic
And every single time I think about it
It’s like magic, magic
This beauty begins
With the sound of your voice
And gentle touch of your hand
Out and light the sky
And make the stars come alive
All these things I can do
Suddenly my dream has come true
Somehow the magic in you
Has filled my file with magic too
Your love, it’s like magic
And every single time I think about it
It’s like magic, magic
