Books


Shame you were busy
Sweetie
Though
I went to a masquerade
Ball
Plied my trade
As a medieval whore
Behind the doors
Of a gloomy castle
Received a rose
From a lovable rascal
Lived, breathed, loved
Not a minute was lost
I only wish your lunchtime
Had been as exciting as mine
You were keeping the books
While I dived straight into one
No need to ask
Which one of us missed out

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11 thoughts on “Books

  1. The beauty of a book over a leisurely hour, some people just don’t understand the joys of it, let alone the imagination we readers possess to conjure from the words such emotions and scents. We are truly rich.

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