I often wander the library of love,
with shelves full of books to take me home,
each cover and spine full of stories to tell,
of love's sweet triumphs and battles.
There's Shakespeare and Keats, with their grand sonnets,
and Gibran and Tagore, with their unplanned hearts.
my heart swells with each page turned,
for my heart dwells in this library of love.
So I search and I browse, for that one true tome,
That will guide me on, to my soulmate's home.
And I know that when I find, the book meant for me,
I'll close the chapter on loneliness, and live happily.
So here's to the library of love, with its pages so bright,
Where every sentence whispers, of a love so right.
For in this sacred space, I know my heart will thrive,
In the library of love, where true love does arrive.
Good library to be In company with Shakespeare and Keats, with their grand sonnets, and Gibran and Tagore, with their unplanned hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great tribute poem to libraries and librarians. And yes indeed, it is a 'sacred space'. Outstanding work, Ricky!