[Verse 1]
He pulled a dove from a box of chalk,
Turned gray to white with a wink and talk.
Not much for rules, not big on grades,
But his charm could twist the dullest days.
She walked alone with her paper worlds,
Dragons and stars, that kind of girl.
When their hands met, a spark, a start—
But not the kind he pulled from cards.
[Pre-Chorus]
She flinched like magic burned too fast,
He smiled like he'd make it last.
Every book she used to hide
Got chapters flipped by his soft stride.
[Chorus]
Now it's sleight of hand and sleight of heart,
Bouquets blooming from backpacks in art.
She said, "You're strange,"
He said, "You're art."
No trick, just truth from the very start.
Coins to glitter, doves to light,
She tried to read, he stole her night.
Even silence learned to grin—
Sometimes, love just wanders in.
[Verse 2]
He chased her shadow down the hall,
Not for sports, just to watch her fall
Deeper in her sci-fi screams,
While he built shows out of school day dreams.
One butterfly on a book she read,
One floating note that gently said:
"You're the magic I never planned..."
She rolled her eyes—but took his hand.
[Pre-Chorus]
She never screamed for boys, not once.
(Only for ships that fell at once.)
But in his gaze, she saw the part
Where fiction meets a beating heart.
[Chorus]
Now it's sleight of hand and sleight of heart,
Every glance a moving part.
She said, "You again?"
He said, "Your spark."
She laughed, "You're mad," but missed her mark.
No wand, no wires, no cue to kiss—
Just chaos, charm, and moments missed.
And from that spark, a spell began:
Not from books, but from the man.
[Bridge]
Under rooftops laced with drones and light,
He spelled her name across the night.
She didn't scream—she softly froze,
Then whispered, "You're insane, you know."
[Breakdown]
And still she stayed, book half-closed,
Stars above, her voice composed.
Till once again, the silence broke—
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DIES?!" she spoke.
[Final Chorus]
Now it's sleight of hand and sleight of heart,
Library days and a makeshift art.
He gave no lies, no secret part—
Just timing, truth, and a reckless start.
Where magic meets the grounded kind,
The spell was cast without a line.
No need for doves or floating signs—
Just her soft "yes" between the lines.
[Outro]
Some hearts vanish, some appear,
Some leave sparks when they draw near.
But his best trick by far, by fate,
Was loving her—no need to fake.