Oh my precious book
All set in your nook
I read you and plead
For my great need
I want to read them all
This is what I call
Off the rooftops
From the houses and shops
I love to read and write
I have but one plight
I wish to record it all
I shout as I fall
I love to read the words
Anything else is unheard
I want to write my own
It's in my DNA, my bone
I want to read the world away
Let the books led me astray
To other fantasies and realities
Tales of tragedy and morality
Stories of power struggles
Of relationships juggles
I can tell of Shakespearean tales
With all the details
I have read so much
The books are my crutch
But I need more
Of these books I adore
I'll read until I die
The laws I'll defy
To read after my spirit past
Forever in me, my tales will last
I'll write what I read
And complete the deed
To read everything on Earth
Until I fall into never-ending mirth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem