The pages turn growing in depth,
Each word soothing, finding home without a sornful blue in sight.
Sights painted as I imagine your voice dictating every motion read aloud.
Making the voyage more enjoyable.
A sigh of relief as we've taken a trip without need to stop what were doing,
I've thought about you in the upmost of ways,
Contnuing to read your words of wisdom.
A tale of a Queen whom overcomes but searches for more than what most would consider wealth.
Contuniously searching as such almost became a fantasy.
Until the end of the story.
The pages turned looking for more to read,
To my surprise there wasn't anymore written.
I pondered about the end, the beginning.
At that moment I found the answers I was looking for, next time I looked in your eyes.
So deep, ambitious.
Your skin wore a slight red with its brown,
A certain blush I notice everytime the King Gazes at his Queen as I think of the ending to the novel written in your eyes.
Wont you sign my favorite book, as many times as you'd like

by Kewayne Wadley

Comments (1)

Growing in depth. Nice work.