In the quiet sanctuary, where shadows softly play,
Pages whisper secrets, from a time so far away.
Shelves hold dreams aplenty, bound in leather and in ink,
Each book a world awaiting, for the curious to sink.

The scent of aged wisdom, in the air it lingers long,
Stories etched on paper, like an ancient, gentle song.
Beneath the dim, warm lighting, knowledge rests with grace,
A library’s embrace, a most enchanting place.

Wandering through the aisles, past history and lore,
Every volume calls to me, promising much more.
Adventures, love, and mystery, in every crinkled page,
The library a portal, to a timeless, endless stage.

Here within these walls, the world outside is still,
As I lose myself in stories, my heart begins to fill.
With every turn and chapter, new journeys I embark,
The library a haven, a lighthouse in the dark.