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.
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2015
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