He fell in love with the sweetest girl known, His heart now she owned, She loved reading books, So he brought her favourite ones home;
He read every one them, Fell in love with her again and again, Now he knew why she loved reading, She felt every emotion, happiness or pain;
He wasn't a writer but wrote a poem, About how he wanted her to be his home, He wanted her to read it, "Then give it to her", said his soul;
He followed his gut, Put the poem inside one of her favourite book, He was nervous, freaking out, He did everything that he could;
-M