Its thickness evident,
Its strength told.
Its story ever present,
Its voice bold.

The warmth inviting,
Lingering within me,
So enticing.
The air I breathe.

Together as one verse,
As glue the pages stick.
Sometimes I’m eager to see the reverse,
Others, I wish to soak in words cherished.

Though the page is fading,
Its words are crystal clear.
In its ever flowing sea am I wading,
These time-stopped words I hold dear.

Not ready to move on,
I hear myself say,
As if my very own song -
“I can’t turn this page.”