In the quiet corners of time,
Where dusty volumes rest in line,
Whispers of forgotten pages,
Speak of love through the ages.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Stories of old begin to flow,
Secrets hidden in each phrase,
Unveil the past in a delicate haze.

Inked sorrows and joy unbound,
In every letter, a heartbeat found,
Echoes of lives long gone,
Yet in each word, they linger on.

Through the labyrinth of lore,
Wisdom and wonder we explore,
In the sanctuary of the written word,
Eternity’s voice can still be heard.