There’s a sweetness to the air It only grows with time and care As pages loved are stored the proper way Touch of driest dust and skin Mingles with the ink therein To fill the room you’re standing in today

Handle soft, don’t crack the spine Lifted gently from its line Within the shelves assorted row by row Love her dearly, hold her well For she has her tales to tell And forever on she wishes all to know

Her form transcends the ages Carrying your words and thoughts She has earned her dog eared pages And her faded printed dots As her edges start to yellow, hold her high Hear her legacy within a tired sigh

Stacking high beside your bed As her sentences are read Or tucked gently into bags to travel wide Paperbacks begin to drape As they settle in their shape Softening beneath a gentle finger’s glide

Gilded details long to fade As the solid tomes are splayed For to soften means the legend has been loved Flattened chapters start to curl With humidity’s unfurl Curves created with the heated sun above

Her form transcends the ages Carrying your words and thoughts She has earned her dog eared pages And her faded printed dots As her edges start to yellow, hold her high Hear her legacy within a tired sigh

No fear held for pixels small For they are no threat at all Lightning only holds a moment in the black Needing no power or charge Book forever stand at large With a manual touch that the tech does lack

You can look back through the page Seeing all the love and age For the covers hold within them where she’s gone Finger smudges, drops of tea Here to stay eternally Or until inherent vice starts catching on

Her form transcends the ages Carrying your words and thoughts She has earned her dog eared pages And her faded printed dots As her edges start to yellow, hold her high Hear her legacy within a tired sigh