The Bookshop Poem by C.A. Morrow

Between Dickens and Tolstoy where a floorboard creaks
Was the first time I saw her honeydew gaze
In that dusty old bookshop among Victorian stacks
I meandered my way around there in a literary haze

Being careful not to present myself in haste
I found her in the literature of the realm
And there I crowned her Queen of Chaste
As destiny beckoned to take me to her helm

'Have you ever read his works? ' I sheepishly asked
She peered into my soul over a romantic Keats
'Of course I have, in student days long past'
As she dismissed me (as a conductor does music sheets)

But then dear Wordsworth rescued my deep resolve
And from his 'Daffodils' I recited my favorite lines
With those, did her ladylike reserve merrily dissolve
And so after, did begin for us, the happiest of times