In the quiet corners of the night, I find
A world of wonder within printed lines.
Stories whisper secrets to my mind,
Each page a treasure, each word divine.

The spell of ink on paper casts its charm,
Transporting me to lands both near and far.
Through tales of love, and battles fought with harm,
I roam with heroes, guided by a star.

In ancient tomes and new releases bright,
The echoes of the past and future sing.
With every book, a beacon in the night,
I soar on wings of imagination’s spring.

So let me dwell within these sacred leaves,
Where knowledge blooms and dreams begin their flight.
In reading’s gentle grasp, my heart believes,
That through these stories, I will find my light.