Library of Love

She had felt the magic the same way when she first read those words To some the idea may be absurd So she rushed to the shelves which were tidy and neat Grabbed the well known book but didnt stop to take a seat. And just as it always has done before The sparks start to fly and shes swept out the door. Except this time prince charming has a face Not unfamiliar, no that isnt the case This time as she sits upon her white mare With her heart shiny bright and bare Instead of a stranger when her eyes looked above It was the man of her dreams the prince that she loved. Just as thier lips meet in this fantasy land Reality returns and in the library she stands The burst of pure joy which radiated right then Can be felt in that spot from this day on end.