For the Book-Keeper's Soul

I found my self lost in a book.
In its yellow pages. In the black stern printed letters.
In the stains of tears and ear wax.
In the scribbled names of star-crossed lovers,
The smell the book carries as its weight.
The dog eared corners. The smear of ink that looks like it is pasted.
The veins of a leaf the leaf someone left in the book.
The torn pages which look like a lightning scar.

More than the wonders the book reveals,
I like to get lost in the book.
For the book keeper’s soul is in the book.
A soul that was kindled in pride and pain.
In possessiveness and passion.

In this whole world, dear friend,
If u have to treasure something,
Treasure a book.