October knew, of course, that the actions of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale.
Having admitted that, he was also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: “It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunning place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft, somewhere to rest, stop reading, and be content.”–G.K. Chesterton (The Man who was October)
Inspired by the above excerpt from Mr. G.K. Chesterton’s The Man who was October, here I was able to come up with a poem for me and for all the booklovers out there.
Once there was a girl
Amazed by the beauty of letters
She liked to put those letters together
By those letters she created beautiful words.
She was introduced far too much
By words became her life
Not knowing that words when combined
Becomes meaningful sentences at hand.
Freedom is what sentences gave her
She was able to connect to people
She used sentences freely
Alas! came idealistic paragraphs.
And so her story goes,
She discovered a magical world
Where letters, words, sentences and paragraphs lived
And there unveiled the thing called book.
Books became her life
For every words she repeated by heart
She was never alone from then on
For books became her wonderful companion.
Laugh, cry, happy or sad,
All emotions she had already experienced
For books gave her the ticket to unknown feelings
A random set of emotions she used to hide before.
Now, she had visited hilarious places
For books gave her free rides to it.
With it, she have became a princess
Falling deeply in love with her prince.
This is a story about a girl
Who loved magnificent words
But now committing the promise she made
To read and love books until her last breathe.