Oh the dream
An imagination
A Library full of books
New and old
Clean and dusty
All I want is
To pick
A dusty wornout book
And wipe it clean
With soft hands
An age old story
Of love and care
And I imagine
To read it aloud
Tender words
Heartfelt emotions
Teary pages
Piercing lines
And you listen
With eyes closed
Head on my shoulder
Your scent around me
And thats the way
I want
Our story to end
© Waqas Gul
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