I open your heart every day
And read your soul in all the way

I feel the flavour of your favour on time
And recite quotes of your goodness at prime

Whether there is a preface or not
I will delve deeper into your mind with just a knot

If I turn your pages so fast
You can presume that the contents are not soft

Very few of your clan touch me like a feather
Knowing fully well the surroundings and its true weather

You have the caliber and capacity to behold me tight
Hours together in the annals of my reading habit

I will not be carried away by your looks
You are my cordial companion oh! My books