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This is a poem about the haven I find in romance novels. |
| Undeterred by scantily-clad models on the front, I open the covers and draw myself into A world of the intrigue of bygone days. I am entranced by the rustle of skirts And the sound of horse’s hooves. I am drawn into a world of lords and ladies, Castles and moors, Servants and masters, Etiquette and style. Thus is this my secret escape, My fantasy haven, My newest romance novel. |