A book is but a written dream
I beckon you, darling, please
Dream with me
Dream with her
Dream with him
Forever dream with us
We've dreamed for you and only your eyes alone
Quench the satisfaction of awakening once more
Read, unlike any other
Darling discover
What it means to truly read
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I think this poem would have done better in Limerick, rather than free verse, dear.
I like the flowing script though, and the feeling of it. However, it loses impact in the writing