Pages rustling with age

Turning softly through the day

Reading quietly in the back

Is your dearest love, come to see

What these books could hold

for the telling of you and me

Slowly they speak the words

Coming to life as it were

Taking form with each new breath

to weave a tale of love and death.

Here it is, hear it now,

chapter one, shout it proud

Introduce yourself it’ll be fun.

Names and dates with locations too

Chapter one: clearly written just for you,

Making way for loves old and new.

Churning hearts to beat with joy

As the pages turn and the story flows

Down and up it should go.

Now comes a turning to chapter two

Creating room for me and for you

Familiarizing us with the fantasy.

Catching minds ablaze with paper and ink

Stoking the flames of love and hate

Whispering words from separate worlds

Sneaking up soon is chapter three

Setting up the scene for two

Or more traps to spring

Later in the story, you’ll see

Misconceptions thread through

Making it true that we no longer

guessed, How it could end.

Fast forward far you’ll reach the epilogue

The last few words to tie the story up

Like a bow or like a bomb ‘bout to explode

Not quite sure what, or even how, to think

All my mind is doing is waiting for the….

Inevitable pain to being.

Because characters we fell in love with

Will never live again.

The book is over and the library is closed

Pages rustled shut

Sleeping soundly through the night

Waiting for the morn to come

Where they’ll be opened and read again

All while my love and I are reeling

from what we read the day before

Because the whisperings, the voices

of the book told us to read to come and play

So here we are broken hearted

And frozen with the ending

Still eating us anyway

All because of what we

Overhear In The Library.