Library Romance

I know you

Yet we've never met.

I see you as my friend

Yet I don't know your name...

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I remember the day you caught my curiosity

As I strolled through the book isles.

I was looking for a specific book

And I saw you reading in an enclosed nook.

How interesting, I thought

It's rare to see a guy in the library, just sitting and reading.

That day I kept behind the book shelf

Peaking between the books

At the guy who was in his own world.

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I remember the day you caught my curiosity

As I combed for my favorite book series.

I saw a girl who had the most odd collection of books

A notebook tucked under her arm

And a pencil in her hair.

I watched you pass by

Balancing at least a dozen books between your hands and chin.

I leaned forward from my reading nook

Ready to catch the books if they fell

But you kept them steady

And I hid back in my nook

Watching as you left.

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I kept seeing you in the same nook

Bathed in sunlight as you read.

I wondered how lucky you must be

To have a personal retreat

All your own

In which you could read in peace.

I watched carefully

Observing the genre that you read.

You read fantasies, fictions, poems, and art

Tales of magic, romance, dragons, destiny, et cetera.

Could I possibly interrupt you from your reading to say hi?

Could I possibly disturb you while you were in your own world?

No.

I won't do it.

I kept watching from behind the bookshelf,