I dreamt that you stole all my books,
Negating all the pains I took;
The summary of all my life,
My history of love and strife;
And dumped them on a used book seller,
The ones undamaged from the cellar;
How empty stood the wood book shelves
Denuded of my several selves;
Empty slots, blank empty places,
Wherein my life had left its traces;
To transport them you used my daughter,
Driving in the car I bought her;
How you smiled at my stunned face,
My life a barren dusty place.
Brilliant write and very engaging couplets, carrying a lot of meanings in marvelous rhythm and rhyme. The end lines are reamrkably effective.
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Enjoyed this highly rhyming write...! . How sad the valuable treasure is treacherously stolen away through wile tricks!