Bibliophiles
When I within your four library walls
Did engage with several books awhile
Your winsome glance, once read, did me enthral
And my heart ensnared was by that smile.
While your look spoke to me in rich volumes
Little did I realise so much then
How my heart would surrender mid your tomes
That love is much mightier than the pen,
New chapters were well written in my mind
With every visit read between each line
I yearned in spirit with your soul to bind
And wished with all my heart that you were mine.
What would I not in some novel time give
To know that in your hands my tale would live.
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