The wait,
for you to be born,
for you to find your path towards me,
for you to reach me,
And then the contentment,
I feel,
to hold you,
to hug you,
to get lost in your world,
Oh, dear beloved
Oh, my first love
Do not ever underestimate,
The way I feel about you,
My dear books,
Only a few understand your worth,
But those that do,
Can never express,
What and how much,
You mean to them.
The words within you,
The feelings you make us experience,
No other thing or person, or even a place,
Comes close in comparison!
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