Soft candlelight pierced the dark
A soft smile brightened the face
As the young girl turned the page
Of a tattered old friend from her childhood
That was whispering and shouting the gallant adventures
Of knights, ladies, and wizards away
In an adventurous world
She knew not
It was her favorite pastime
Sharing secrets with this overlooked companion
Her damp red hair and nightgown marked the time of night
When she snuck away to meet this silent ally
Paper had more patience than people
And she had more people than paper
While this dear little mate had it all
Settled into this old sofa, she could be safer here than anywhere
When she had this reliable one in her warm hands
I love the idea of the book as a comforting friend, an understanding ally: "When she snuck away to meet this silent ally/Paper had more patience than people."
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