Her Love For Books

Her love books were one of a kind. She had lived all those fantasies ever set Up in her mind She was addicted to intelligence and the books She wore the crown of knowledge with those Proud scholarly looks Honesty wasn’t just her habit,it was her way of Life. The truth on her tongue sometimes felt Sharper than the knife Her world was bigger than life, and life itself She wasn’t always late. Days fell short,it was just her cheating fate She had that charm and the beauty of a queen She was the bright streak of light that only Night had seen That spirit to rise and win was always Brand new. To gather all that courage,she didn’t need a Mountain dew. She just need to believe in herself