Sometimes, there’s nothing I’d wish for more in this world
Than to be left alone in each other’s company—
my dearest Book and I, o yes—
What a Time that would be…
A never-ceasing crinklefest of pages turned with bated breath,
An eternal feast of scrumptious word morsels I could munch on without rest;
Lines of tears and of laughter making my soul fizz and bubble,
Long hours of brilliant scenes that dim my Other-Life troubles…
I’m dragged along so briskly by this World (gar! my enemy!)
That this heartfelt wish is reduced to only short-lived dreams.
Oh…(here lies the weight of many wistful sighs)…
What grand ol’ Times we’re missing out on, Book and I.