by: Aliana Alani ©2018
You can love them or hate them.
Laugh till you cry or cry till you sob.
You can bravely follow page by page,
Or sneak peek to the end, to be sure to be sure.
You can raise their swords of truth as though they were your own,
Or shake your head at the sheer folly of where they appear to go.
Through them – you can be a swashbuckler, a Cinderella, an angel, or a spy.
You can dust off your dancing shoes,
Or race that Formula One car to the finish.
In some, you can even fly.
And if they are good enough – if they are well told –
They will, at some point, capture your heart.
From that moment on, for however long a time,
You will believe them to be your own.