This poem is ten lines long; it’s about love and stuff

If I wanted, I could

fill the National Library with all the things

I love about her. But why waste time

in a place so plain, vanilla

ice cream seems eccentric in comparison?

A soul like hers deserves the universe, or

something bigger if there was

such a vessel. I would give her the stars

if I could, but she always did love

the smell of old books.

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