The way your fingers caress
my spine, my bind,
It feels like an ancient touch
of the believer.
The way you smell me and sigh,
I feel drenched in petrichor.
The way you flip through me
takes me on a journey to antiquities.
The way you speak about me
gives me an aesthetic vibe.
You make me feel like a classic
with your curiosity, my bibliophile.
my spine, my bind,
It feels like an ancient touch
of the believer.
The way you smell me and sigh,
I feel drenched in petrichor.
The way you flip through me
takes me on a journey to antiquities.
The way you speak about me
gives me an aesthetic vibe.
You make me feel like a classic
with your curiosity, my bibliophile.
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