Author Ardor

In love with the idea of loving words, I let it get a little bit absurd.

Three hundred fifty pages,
A hundred thousand words,
Many odd half hours
Praising pen as more than sword;

Mornings rising early
Writing on the train
Supermarket dinners
Pages with a stain;

Satisfying moments
Smiling to myself
Staring at a spreadsheet,
My heart stuck on the shelf.

I love the words we write
Fertilizer for our soul
They nurture our creative side
But what truly makes us whole

Is imagining a world where
Your thoughts and mine unite
We finish every other thought
Too much - turn out the light.

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Today’s prompt is to write about loving a book too much.