I asked a Book -
"How are you, a dear friend of my soul?"

She said-
I shudder with joy,
When you walk by my shelf,
All ready to go on a date,
In hope you will read but a page,
That you will share me with her, in exchange of love,
And I shall carry a secret note of love,
with few dried flowers and innocent hopes.

But, you are living an imaginary life,
Where all realities are locked in a zoo,
I am but a bird displayed,
All alone in a beautiful cage.