Library Love: Found in Fiction
She was something so marvelous,
Something I could never understand.
Her smile said a thousand words,
Although her lips rarely made a sound.
Her eyes held abandoned stories,
Like none I have ever heard before.
Her laughter like a song so sweet,
Not an artist could do her justice.
I watched her fall apart one day,
And then I realized just what she was.
She was a gift so rare to live;
The perfect poem with a heartbeat.
Copyright © Ari Ing | Year Posted 2015
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