It is like a whiff of freshness
The musty smell of a book
As each page flips in that breeze
So do these passing moments
That bounce along those words
Each running to tuck you into an embrace
A story to leave behind, a life to live up to
The warmth of the hearth
The mizzle of the first rains, refreshing
As a mind-to-soul friendship
A book offers, hand-in hand is this companion
I would hold it close to my heart
For the love of a book, I would be the knight
To cross the seven seas, for his fair maiden
With an undying passion, no slight!
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