There once was a book unread
Building through his chapters
He just stayed
His vision was far sighted, his dreams unheard of
Many came and went
but rarely did they try to uncover his secrets
Once an angel picked him up
His spirits went up to the clouds
She read through his mysterious demeanor
Rarely understanding the meaning or depth any deeper
Sometimes when she kept him away his pages rattled
With a crying wail,
She used to smiled but had lost the interest
little did she understand as she crept further
there was still a lot read,
but one needed the power to read between those lines
but in her there wasn’t that will,
One day she left him alone
Back to the shelf where no one came, lone
there he was again, still the book that was unread.
One day a playful one,
Came looking for another fun
She had read many books,
yet she was to discover another one
she found him lying on a lonely shelf
where no one came, no one noticed him
his title was interesting that grabbed her attention
his story line wasn’t far away from her attraction
The book had many chapters
A series of mysteries that were yet to be uncovered
A combination of suspense and romance
Each page brought her to a brand new glance
He was a book that was yet to be read
He was a book that she wouldn’t forget
He was a book of her extremes
Each time she read, she found new dreams
His heart was hysterical, he couldn’t believe his luck
Here he had found, the reader and author
Together they again created their chapters of life.
Mellifluous Murmurings 