Book Of Romance Poem by Daniel Miltz

On the off chance
That I was a book of romance
Grasp me and let me
Show you what I'm made of copy
That had numerous pages to peruse
With little print in use
And blurred pages to eye
Lift me up to the sky
Rest me on your lap and try
At that point in earnest
You'd be the proofreader
That dazzled my story
That hushed my thunder glory
When I attempted to speak
Each time you turn a page quick
With delight and fulfillment
You can see inside the elementulations
Of how, I compliment
Lovers in commitment
On how they feel and engage
You turn another page
Then the book finishes
You anticipated the ending crisis
And you go after another
Book of mine familiar
To read again
For the stories that remain

© daniel miltz