You are a novel, my love. And I am a bibliophile locked in an abyss of captivation.
You are a gift of concinnity, my love. And I am unable to characterize this ineffable enchantment.
You are my story’s axis, my love. And I can only describe you with anecdotes.
You are a philistine’s worst nightmare, my love. And my dearest treasure.
by Maz McN
Maz McN 