Dear book,

When I see you, my eyes light up,

My heart is in flames.

My hands start twitching,

My path is as clear as window panes.

Thinking of you, my mind forms,

A lovely mental image.

Because that is what you do,

You help me envisage.

You’re my whole and sole passion.

Not a thing just ephemeral.

After reading you I feel like-

I have gained all the knowledge ethereal.

I can extol you till my end,

Expostulating with those who extirpate.

I shall expose the exposé to them,

And educate those reprobates.

I shall spread your immense wisdom,

To every village, city, and town.

No kid, adult, or elder,

Shall ever again feel down.

In a meal, you’re my entrée,

In an abyss, you are my light.

My dear dear book,

You are truly my delight.