How I wish I were a poet

who could pen down verses about our love

dipping a quill in my mind of ceaseless thoughts and feelings…

Every word written would be dictated by my mind, 

that is unstoppable.

It would be embellished with purest love…

And I would go on….

As if I’m possessed; 

Page after page,

Book after book,

Books that can make up

an entire library.

The resulting library would overflow

like a cataclysmic deluge,

With books that;

describe thee,

Rosy days of courtship,

Our ever blossoming love,

And our unified soul.

But My love!

Hark!

This library would exist,

Only in my heart

Which belongs to thee,

Not a single book shall be

checked out by anyone

Except thee…

Picture Credit : Pixabay

This was written for NaPoWriMo21 in the month of April for the prompt “library” given by ArtoonsInn.