In realms of ink, where dreams do dwell,
In ancient tomes, their secrets swell.
Each page a portal to another land,
Where minds traverse, by the author's hand.
Within the covers, a universe unfolds,
Where tales of heroes, and myths untold,
Whisper softly, to those who seek,
Inscribed with wisdom, pure and meek.
From dusty shelves, they beckon thee,
To journey far, and set minds free.
Words dance like fireflies in the night,
Illuminating darkness with their light.
In every chapter, a story untold,
A world of wonder, waiting to behold.
With each turn of the page, a new adventure,
A symphony of words, a timeless gesture.
Oh, precious book, thy pages divine,
A sanctuary for this heart of mine.
In thy embrace, I find solace sweet,
A refuge from life's tumultuous beat.
So let me linger in thy hallowed halls,
Where imagination roams and passion calls.
For in thy essence, I find my truth,
In the boundless realms of eternal youth.
