From time to time, when the weather is foul,
Darkening moods and generally being the bringer of
Gloom, every book worm cuddles into the warmth of
The roaring fire as it hums a tune that whisks you away
Into the dreamy land of words. Once in a while, such a
Magical phrase, a book worm finds true love written on
The page. A knight in shining armour, a damsel in distress,
The clichés really are the best, Love is hard to find, he
Is a being that eludes, hiding in the depths of memories
Or at the peak of life, or even sprinkled between the
Pages of the book we feel compelled to read. Love falls frequently
On those who read, unsuspecting we read the words and so sown is
The Love Seed.


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