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He read her like a book

In the vast expanse of night's embrace,
He read her like a book, entranced,
As her wistful words poured forth,
From depths within her tender seeking soul.

Each page unfolded, a delicate dance,
Her paragraphs whispered softly, beckoning,
Drawing him deeper into her soothing spell,
In a realm where truth and fiction melded.

With hands adorned in gentle reverence,
He cradled the precious volume, treasured,
Committing to memory every line,
That danced upon her parchment pages.

Through the corridors of her thoughts, he wandered,
In the hush of summer's whispered breath,
Word by word, he sought the hidden depths,
To unravel the secrets of her soul's terrain.

He traced his fingertips upon palish, pearly pages,
As her whispers, wistful, caressed his mind,
Igniting fantasies that bloomed within,
Breathing life into his dormant dreams.

Until the first light of dawn timidly emerged,
They journeyed, entwined in timeless prose,
For on this summer night, and countless more,
He read her like a book, again and again.

In the quiet sanctuary of their shared narrative,
He found solace, understanding, and love,
For the story they wove together,
Was a masterpiece, unbound by the constraints of time.

He read her like a book,
As their souls danced through the written word,
A tapestry of emotions, unfurled in every line,
Forever etched in the annals of their hearts.