Novel

The pages slowly turn, growing in depth, Each word soothing, finding home without a scornful 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, Continuing to read your words of wisdom. A tale of a Queen whom overcomes but searches for more than what most would consider wealth. Continuously 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 every time 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