I walk alone among the horde
In the universe city of all sorts
Mermaids and gorillas and elves
These once beautifully masked
Only lure the heart to be drown
In spiritual cacophony of bar beach
Those ugly bibliophiles impassive
Engrossed in their forest of leaflets
Broke off branches of intimacy
Strange beings from outer space
Bloated with wealth, status, belief
Cannot mingle with common man
A creeping trend has estranged
Our vital humanity of which I can
Only walk alone among the horde.
When I within your four library walls
Did engage with several books awhile
Your winsome glance, once read, still me enthrals
And my heart fast 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.
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