How a Reader Became a Reader
How A Reader Became A Reader by Kenny Davis
You know, I've never been
Much of a reader of things
All of these articles, novels
Books or magazines
Though whenever I read
The words would flow off my lips
But it was the thrill of this skill
I've always failed to grip
That is until the day
My eyes crossed the page
Written by a woman I love
Hanging on the words she would say
Front and back
Day by day
I would read it over again
As if the words would change
I would be bored to death reading
Works by those who weren't worth to mention
Until something was written by an interest of mine
A woman, a love who caught my eye, my attention
Her words, to be dripping with passion
Each line, designed to unravel me
Made my imagination run wild
My mind, my heart, traveling free
Though beyond this letter, this message
I never read much
Having an overwhelming feeling in reading
In hopes our hearts may touch
It was an interest in literature
In which I would always fail
Until I would read that of the one I love
Playing a vital role in our fairy tale
Yet to have read since I was young
That of Mother Goose's rhymes
Until I was reading the glory of our epic love story
Being written to stand the test of time.
Though many of these fables and tales
May whither away, in times of old
This reader became so by reading a letter
Of the greatest love story ever told.
Literature and manuscripts
All of which always failed to interest me
However, this reader is now a reader
When I can read letters from my love such as these
© December 2014 k.davis
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