Love of love, of books

I loved, but failed to win my love, A book loved helped me rise a bit above. And ever since I wondered what difference there be Between loving my love and a book if any. Books illuminate and we read in their light, Love may decimate you, push you in utter plight. Some books can be put aside ‘pon turning a few pages, Dreamy love may not abide but love of books long rages. A book is like a fond dream held close in embrace So be the love of love that no difference does trace. A house without good books be like body without soul, So be life without love, and no difference at all. Readers may well travel without troubling their feet, Love too can transport to the world in spirit. One might get lost in book, may find the Self therein, People have in love got lost never to find self within. One lives, and dies in a book a thousand times, Its seldom so in love, Once lost, life’s left with no rhymes. A journey of lifetime starts With just a turn of book’s page, It may end once love is found at any stage, any age. _____________________________ Musings |18.02.2024|love, book