It's you that I love
I love how you smell when you're new
Kind of like an old library mixed with dust
The sweet smell of fresh pages
You are like sweet honeysuckle
As we grow together
I begin to look , as your color fades
I see your worn down color
Your folded pages , each crease
Complex origami is what you are
Just thinking of getting you ,
It brings me joy to know that soon
i will feel your smooth pages
Your sharp corners
Stiff front , hard back
All under my fingertips
The world under my fingertips
I take the world ,
flip it over , and uncover
depths as far as the oceans bottom
I already hear it ,
the oceans roar
