Reading, surely must be A form of magic Only the power of the Mind can unlock.
It is freedom, adventure Wonder, a journey, Apart from any other.
It is living in your own head For a day, a week, two weeks, a month.
It is getting to know People who don’t Exist. It is Loving them anyway.
It is friendship, love, anger, fear, Happiness, sadness, betrayal, all between These pages, words you only hear In your subconscious.
Reading is the gateway to All magic.
And a good book, it will live on Inside of you, forever.
The room was cold, ‘As cold as ice’ the girl would say. And the boy would smile, He would smile because he knew The girl just wanted to be held. And he would hold her, Until their combined body heat Made the bed feel like a sauna. Still, she would say she was cold. Never did she want him to let go.
