In the realm of written dreams, I reside,
A book lover's heart, forever tied.
Within the bindings of tales unknown,
A symphony of words, a world of my own.
Pages unfold, like secrets untold,
Each chapter a journey, my heart takes hold.
Words come alive, in vibrant array,
Imagination dances, in every display.
From ancient classics to modern prose,
In dusty bookstores, my passion grows.
With eager hands, I turn every leaf,
Lost in the magic, beyond belief.
Through fantasy realms and historic lands,
I wander alongside literary bands.
Heroes and heroines, their stories unfold,
Enrapturing my soul, a treasure untold.
The scent of aged paper, like sweet perfume,
Filling the air in my personal room.
Whispers of wisdom, in ink so fine,
An endless adventure, through space and time.
Bound together, we weave a love affair,
With every sentence, a piece of me I share.
For in these pages, my spirit takes flight,
Immersed in worlds, both day and night.
So call me a bookworm, a lover of prose,
In this written realm, my heart truly knows,
That within these tales, I find solace and glee,
For books are the love that sets my soul free.
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