You are the book I want to read,
Each page a whisper, a blooming seed.
Your cover glows, a tale untold,
A mystery bound in threads of gold.

Your spine, unbroken, holds such grace,
A Journey etched in time and space,
With every chapter, depths I see,
Unveiling truths that set me free.

The prologue pulls, a tender start,
Your words, like verses, reach my heart.
I linger on each vivid line,
Your story...