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 sentence,

A paragraph,

A world where we can be amazed,




You call me freak,


You're wrong.

Though you may think wrong when I say this,

It's just because it's the only name that fits.

We're bibliophiles.