He's nothing, if not Novel.

 

His love reads like an unforgettable novel.

Those perfectly penned pages luring you in;
in seconds you're an addict. Woefully falling in love with every single nuance.
You can see him as the Protagonist to the otherwise drab story you call life,
the narrative seems flawless.

He has that familiar, nostalgic smell.
One that triggers visions of breath-taking summer days;
reading in your parents neglected window nook.
The aroma of the played out paper pages shrouding fresh daffodils.

You can't help but be enthralled with his plot.
With a mind full of maven; he's a hard read to put down,
like he's woven into you with a spell.

Attentive with quite a thoroughness.
his build up, always climatic.
and still that fruitless tear drops
as the last page flips.

His love reads like an unforgettable novel,

and you could read him;
over and over, and over again.