He calls me Unicorn
Underneath the magic
There shines a little light
That brings you through the darkness
To have a brighter sight.
The magic is compelling
As anyone can see
That’s why he calls me Unicorn
A bit of fantasy.
He says that I am special
And that my love is pure
I know that he has helped me
Through sorrow, he’s my cure.
I do feel quite at peace with him
Despite what others think
My love is true and so is his
He is my missing link.
©2020 C Bialczak
Stine Writing 
A sweet poem. Matches the photo perfectly. Thanks for being a part of the challenge.
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Reblogged this on Keep it alive and commented:
Sharing Christine’s take on the Prompt,
What do you see;
Enjoy!
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Beautiful sweetie.
David Poorman
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You do far more for me. You make me feel wonderful and free.
David Poorman
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Sweet poem- enjoyed it very much 🙂
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Such a whimsical and positive piece. I absolutely love this!!! 🤗
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Thank you!
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lovely lovely read, great rhythm, great take on the prompt
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Thank you
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A lovely take on the image!
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Sounds like a magical match made in heaven ❤ ❤
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Feels like it…
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