Love for Literature

In skies darkness it loves me 

Helps my breathing to take without any harmful atmosphere 

Inside of my mind, it loves me 

Helps my thoughts to think without any wicked thinking 

In the deep of my heart, it loves me 

Helps my blood to reach everywhere in my body without any unbearable pain 

It loves me because it made my own image beautiful in front of me. 

It loves me because it brings me closer to me

It doesn't always help me but it gives me hope every time whenever I needed 

It loves me. When all the world gives me injury of huge unstoppable bleeding it comforts me  

You love me--Literature. And your decision is always correct of choosing the person 

In whom you will spread your beauty and sparkling 

Because it's will be unusual for me if you--the state of being deserving will be forbidden