Bibliophiles

When I within your four library walls Did engage with several books awhile Your winsome glance, once read, did me enthral And my heart ensnared was by that smile. While your look spoke to me in rich volumes Little did I realise so much then How my heart would surrender mid your tomes That love is much mightier than the pen, New chapters were well written in my mind With every visit read between each line I yearned in spirit with your soul to bind And wished with all my heart that you were mine. What would I not in some novel time give To know that in your hands my tale would live.