25. Roses and Proses
A bouquet of dark red roses;
A hardbound anthology filled with proses.
A melody that my ears find amusing;
A romantic scribble or even a musing.
A knotted bow on a french bonnet;
One in a dozen of shakespearean sonnet.
From the dark library isles to the dusty bookstore walls,
Between the rickety table and broken sign,
Lies the love of my life; a piece of literature so elegant that I call her mine.
~ Rithin
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