Library

A mysterious library of books, sliding across endless array of shelves on a wooden ladder. The transition of time between a multitude of stories and the whispers of a turning page.

Shh…

She was studious, sophisticated, intelligent. In how she went about, how she spoke, her attire. Astute. Her smile giving off a kiss. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, but to hold it physically, emotionally, intelligently, and in character, is a rare yet desirable quality. Beauty beyond the appearance, the mind, the knowledge… to the heart of the spirit.

Because physical beauty was simply just that, narcissism in the appearance of eyes. To understand. To seek and discover, learning and growing. A gentle touch of kindness. Alone they are achievable, but to continously grow in them all, requires strong will.

Summer was getting ready for bed. She stood on the stool to look in the large mirror to brush her teeth. After flossing and rinsing with mouthwash, she closed the bathroom light and in her pajamas got in her bed to be tucked in.

"In a kingdom far far away...", he said sitting down.

They were a distinct group of knights that served the land, each from a respective kingdoms. Holding an oath sworn in initiation. Few and far between. Never to bear children, never to wed. Yet with constant appointment, in the escort and safety, of the maidens of the land, and in the safety of the children. An eventual fall, through the perpetual company.

"What do the poems mean?"

"That's the thing about poetry sweetie. It is meant to explain, what can't be said. That's why he wrote them, each one for each feeling. There's many ways to describe love, and they are all different. Some are a beautiful feeling, filling and warming your heart, some are feelings that hurt, breaking your heart, and there are so much more… But you have to love, like there is no such thing as a broken heart."

“That’s the name of a song you always play.”

He laughed.