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