Lover of books,
The words on a page,
Fresh and/or yellowed.
We pour our eyes onto these words,
Not because we are odd or shy,
But because we find comfort,
In a world where anything and everything is possible.
We love how the simple words construct of simple letters in our simple languages,
Of, is, who, why,
Can build a word,
A world where we can be amazed,
You call me freak,
Though you may think wrong when I say this,
It's just because it's the only name that fits.