Going to the Bookstore

There is a place on earth That is closest to Heaven. It has stolen my soul And claimed my affection. When I walk in I breathe deeply and sigh. The smell of books and coffee Makes me feel like I could fly. I prepare myself For the adventure that awaits. I step across the threshold And enter the glittering gates. I pass through the aisles And walk with a steady motion As my hand grazes the bindings; These words are like a magic potion. I choose a particular piece And pull it from the shelf. I find a cozy chair to sit, And soon I lose myself. The words begin to fly off the page And a glorious story unfolds. Tears start to fill my eyes As the pages turn to gold. Something new has been born, Something magical has awakened. Like a man who steals a woman’s heart, My own heart has been taken. I pause a moment to relax And let my wonders drift. How pleased I am to be so blessed And receive this lovely gift. I shall return tomorrow, For with this tale I am not done. I want to feel these things again, Because my heart has already been won.