I fell in love with the girl at the bookstore

And I've got myself a dilemma.

The stack of unread books on my floor

Goes up and up forever!

I browse the books in all the nooks,

But no story of joy or woe

Could ever catch my heart on a hook

Like the girl who sells me Poe.

I fell in love with the girl at the bookstore

And now I'm drowning in books.

There's novels galore, but I go back for more!

It's my money and heart she took.

My book bag grows heavy; my wallet gets lighter,

But as I peek through a bookish disguise,

My smile grows wider like an all-nighter writer

With a fourth coffee, the largest size.

I fell in love with the girl at the bookstore

So I bought a book on romance.

Okay, I got two, or three, or maybe even four!

They all tell me to take a chance.

Armed with Shakespeare and Sparks's best,

I walk up to the checkout place.

"You again?" she asks, her smile a lovely jest

That turns my thoughts into a haze.

I fell in love with the girl at the bookstore

And it seems I have no spine.

Paper cuts and heartbreaks leave me sore,

But now I'm in a bind.

She is my Achilles heel, the Watson to my Holmes.

Then one day, in the humor section,

She laughs and jokes and rattles my bones,

Until fantasy becomes nonfiction.