I Love a Book

I love a book, so old and brown..
Fat and used, with stains of scare..
Pencil and pen marks, left to drain..
Tea or coffee cups, of rings it holds..

Pages folded or book mark used..

Notes left, on pages reached..
A name written, a bookworm claimed..
This is my book, I dated it so..


I love a book..
That reads so well..
It cast a spell and leaves me drawn..
Until the end, last chapters reached..
I am not to be found, not to be heard from..
But deep in stories, told in ink..


I love a book..
Say mystery, love, crime, poetry..
Fiction, or real stories told..
I love a book, so old and used..
It cast a spell, till all is read..