Each day that passes is a new adventure;
The cover pages of a new story in each embrace,
While words paint pictures of divine surrender
And anarchic pleasures with sweet escapes.
Experiencing her is like allowing your fingers
To glide over the soft parchment,
A gentle crispness that lingers
While a simple delight is promised.
Conversing is as deeply pleasing
As the fluttering waterfall of turning pages -
An ecstasy that swallows the soul, freeing
The mind to explore new spaces.
The captivating aura that surrounds her
And the glint of mischief that lives in her eyes,
Hightlights the beauty of her artistic nature
And colors each tale as uniquely as a dragonfly.
The heart aches with a delicate yearning
As I wish to fill an immense library,
With countless smiles and love affirming,
With endless volumes of our cosmic story.
