You are indeed my favourite book,
As I read your pages over and over again.
Highlight phrases like they are mine to be understood,
I’ve never kept alive the emotions of a human,
In my shelf of enchantment.
You aren’t that easy to be read without uttering,
Every word of yours is something I yearn to learn,
Every day you feel a tale of musing.
Covered with all the falsehoods I would love to own,
There is nothing like the truth
that would be so attractive to my soul.