In pages bound, my heart is found,
Where ink and paper intertwine.
A love that's pure, a love that's sure,
A love that's only mine.

Through stories told, my heart unfolds,
And characters become my own.
I laugh and cry, and wonder why,
I've never felt so known.

In books, I find a sanctuary,
A place where I can be.
A place where love is not a rarity,
And always guaranteed.

So let me stay, in pages gray,
Where love is always new.
For in this world of ink and paper,
My heart is always true.