The love so old
Apprising a story untold
The scent of joy
Young time cannot destroy
The yellow tint
On the vanishing print
Behold the limitless bundle of glee.
The fragile touch
That doesn’t matter much
The pored side
ageless beauty justified
The weakened bind
Evincing the change left behind
Define the existence of a beautiful reality.
You,
A thoughtful piece of art
Penned to be the class apart
A plethora of knowledge so free
For all seeking mastery
Your touch is a magical solace
Between your pages I find my special place
To satiate the growing glorious glutinous greed
Come, let us all
Read.
