Bibliophile
In a library of my heart I've shelved my love for books Each page a new adventure In every gleaming nook But then I met you, enigma A tome I sought to read Thinking you'd unravel easy Yet mysteries plant their seed Like a novel unexplored Your essence so profound Diverse as genres on my shelf In mysteries unbound I yearn to understand you To read your every page But like books of varying tales You elude my simple gauge With each verse I decipher My heart is caught in strife Realizing, not all stories blend In the tapestry of life I've learned that love's a genre Unique in its own right Not forced, but cherished organically In passion's gentle light