With sleight of hand, you grabbed my attention.
You guessed correctly from every card drawn from my emotions.
I give you my two cents and you turn it into a dollar.
Your eyes burn with passion—like wild fire.
When you dunked, gagged, and handcuffed me,
I came out unscathed, smiling, and happy.
I couldn’t wait for the Grand Finale!
There’s one more trick that I wanted to see.
It’s the one with a box behind your back and performing it on one knee.
You had another act in mind,
the one where you disappeared and left me behind.
It seemed too surreal to be tragic.
The art of illusion was your greatest magic trick.