I see her there
Her nose buried deep in a book
Her glasses slowly falling
Down the bridge of her nose;
I found her beautiful
As she sat there lost
In the world of another
Disregarding those around her
A smile falling softly upon her lips
Bathing in every word of every page
I found her beautiful
While her fingertips softly caress
Every corner of ever page
Gently lifting and turning every page
With a delicate touch
That only a book lover would hold
I found her beautiful.
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Life's poetry
PoetryPoetry is a form of expression that allows my soul to speak. This is my collection of poems that talk about life, love, heartbreak, death, and any other experience that I've faced in my life.
