Book Love Lost
John I. Blair
There was a time
When books were special to me.
Oh I still enjoy them well enough,
But now, when I have all the books
That I could ever want,
They no longer satisfy my needs.
Iíve lost something I once found so dear
I held them close like lovers.
I see them but no longer cherish them
Like I did when I was young,
Donít caress their precious sides,
Inhale the perfume of their paper,
Fall asleep with one across my chest
Rising and falling with my breath.
Once I had to journey far to find them,
Ventured to the library downtown
Knowing I could only bring a few
Back to my room with me
And that for but a week or two.
Now Iím host to hundreds
Like an ink and paper harem
By my hearth. How could I think
My special love could last,
Think my special love could last?
©2017 John I. Blair, 11/25/2017
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