What do I love,

I used to wonder.

Maybe it were the paints,

That marked my canvases;

Or the colourful papers,

That I used in origami.

But arts and crafts weren't for me.

What do I love,

I used to wonder.

Is it scoring a goal in basketball?

Or riding in the rink with my skates?

Or floating above the water, swimming?

Or riding through the wind with my cycle?

But sports weren't for me.

What do I love,

I used to wonder.

Was it biology,

The human psychology?

Or the 'x's and 'y's,

The shapes of geometry?

But Maths and Science weren't for me.

What do I love,

I used to wonder.

What is my passion?

What do I want to do?

What's my career?

Was there no work

I could do?

What do I love,

I used to wonder.

Now I found my answer.

I've had it for a long time,

I finally opened my eyes;

The books I've been reading,

They've taught me much.

The words I learned,

The stories I read,

The poems I recited,

The feeling that I experienced.

It is reading that I love,

It is writing that I love,

It is the glorious English language that I love.

What I love by CrazyBookLover109