Romance of old books

In dusty corners, calm and deep,
Old memories wake while the world sleeps.
Fragile pages hold my tears,
Softly guarding forgotten years.
Between the lines of faded ink,
Your smile appears each time I think.
Every chapter whispers low
Of romantic nights from long ago.
The scent of paper, warm and old,
Carries stories never told.
Coffee stains and moonlit skies
Still keep the magic in your eyes.
The romance of old books remains,
Like silver moonlight after rain.
And every page I slowly trace
Brings back your softly smiling face.
Though time may fade and seasons pass,
Love still lingers within the past.
For in those books, I always find
Your gentle heart still close to mine.