Abracadabra
Three Two One Abracadabra. I've vanished in thin air just as I had asked you countless times before. And your reply had always been "I'm no magician." But for a while magicians used to be nothing more than thiefs, distracting you with illusions while they steal away your wallet. And you distracted me with your allusive eyes as you stole my heart away, Shook out your cape, straightened out your gloves, smiled your distracting smile and said it was all a trick of love.