Thad Wilk Poems
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'' The Magic Of Books ''
With her little hands, she scans each page
and as she looks.
She finds that she is mesmerized by the
magic from these books.
By candlelight she reads each night and as
the candle burns.
She finds delight from the the magic of books
with each page she turns.
For a moment, she's a princess dancing, in
a castle she'd be prancing.
Other times a ballerina, loved by all that came
And seen her.
Yes, she loves these books to me she said.
She keeps them neatly stored next to her bed.
Each night she goes to sleep it seems she
always dreams the...
~-* Pretty Eyes *-~
Pretty eyes yours shine as the stars
Do bright. They hold my gaze, towards
You each night.
Like a wishing star you shine alone.
With a special glow, no one else could
The beauty I have seen in ''only you''.