Former times...

In the flickering candlelight, she sat with grace, Lost in the pages of a book from a bygone age. Her beauty timeless, her presence serene, In the ancient library, a vision to be seen.

Her eyes alight with wisdom and grace, Her fingers delicately tracing each page. Lost in a world of words and rhyme, In the glow of the candlelight, frozen in time.

Surrounded by shelves of books so old, Each one telling a story yet to be told. She sat in silence, in her own little world, Diving deep into the mysteries unfurled.

A vision of beauty, a woman so rare, In the ancient library, without a care. Lost in the magic of the written word, In the glow of the candles, her spirit stirred.

Oh, how I long to sit by her side, In that ancient library, where she resides. To share in the stories, the tales untold, In the presence of beauty, wise and bold.