My Library Muse

Back in nineteen ninety-two 
At the Piketown Library
I would haunt the upper stacks
And linger patiently
Soon the sun would set
I'd see her silhouette
This is how I came to know
Desire unmet

I'd watch her elvish fingers curl
'round the binding of some book
As she glided through the shelves
She'd dispatch a dev'lish look 
Such a playful ruse
To intrigue and confuse
This is how I came to know
My library muse

Now the sun has set 
We have never met 
This is how I came to know
The sting of regret

September 10, 2017
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September 16, 2017 at 7:17 PM
The poem is fabulous, congratulations on your awesome win,Andrew ... Eve ~`*
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September 16, 2017 at 12:48 PM
I kept going back to this poem Andrew and it was almost higher except for a couple things but I loved the thoughts and it deserved to be rewarded--congrats
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September 16, 2017 at 8:35 PM
Thank you!
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