I love the smell
of my books -
each one fragrant
with the love
that someone shared
with my soul....
I love the feel
of my books -
each one holds
the texture of emotions
that caress my insides
until they grow numb....
I love the look
of my books -
dog-eared memories
of sleepless nights,
hand-written love notes
that tingle flitting thoughts...
I love my books -
for each one
has grown with me
like a friend;
they sit on dusty shelves -
mute witnesses
to forgotten paths
and tender moments
triumphs and tribulations....
I love my books -
for each one
is a part of me
that I cherish and love;
tossing up thoughts
of by-gone days,
refreshing hope
with the turn of a page...
When I turn a page
in my book,
I turn a page
in my life.
of my books -
each one fragrant
with the love
that someone shared
with my soul....
I love the feel
of my books -
each one holds
the texture of emotions
that caress my insides
until they grow numb....
I love the look
of my books -
dog-eared memories
of sleepless nights,
hand-written love notes
that tingle flitting thoughts...
I love my books -
for each one
has grown with me
like a friend;
they sit on dusty shelves -
mute witnesses
to forgotten paths
and tender moments
triumphs and tribulations....
I love my books -
for each one
is a part of me
that I cherish and love;
tossing up thoughts
of by-gone days,
refreshing hope
with the turn of a page...
When I turn a page
in my book,
I turn a page
in my life.
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