My Only True Love

Tea at six,

Supper at eight

And then my friend,

We can talk long into the night

On practically everything!

Even when I assault you

And throw you down

You offer no resistance;

You reprimand me instead

With wisdom

The wisdom of Ancients,

The classics and the saints.

Nobody can equal

Your intense relationship

With me, my friend.

Ah I long to be buried within your pages

With covers wrapped tightly

Around me

Shielding me everyday

With pearls that are words.

Surely, a book is better company

Than a group of giggling cheerleaders!