The sapiophile sanctuary, dressed in delicate yellow parchment and crisp alabaster papers, bound in
twine on leather and some glued together,
a mysterious cauldron of words, Adonis of rooms;
The Library, invites me into its majestic midst!

Books, my only love language, beckons me
and I follow wholeheartedly, for all it offers,
the ultimate act of mind- care, subjectively serving
to the wings of fantasy, words and wonder printed
into memories, servicing spirits soldiering on!

These...