From the moment I saw you,I knew you were a book I'd love to add to my
collection.
I asked around, did a little research, and I must say you had stellar reviews.
some may say it's a perfect match.
You an open book and I your common bibliophile.
I finally committed and bought you home
all shiny and glazed.
We lived in bliss, as we danced along on destinys pages.
I picked you up with every spare
moment.
Your stories were too interesting, and
I too obsessed.
I read through all your pages without
rest.
I forgot that you were but one book, not a set.

It's a pity you won't a novel.

You had an appointed end, I can't help but feel like I should have known.
As the pages grew thinner, the responses much shorter.
The dance floor seems to shrink, and the music seems to be no more.
But in a true bibliophile manner, I took no time to morn.
For there's a new book around each corner,and my shelves are still half
empty.

Now that this books over, the bookworm in me can't help but scream.

"What's the harm in one more".


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