I have no one

But I have my book,
and I grab my book as I sleep

For it is the one being I love with, 
and the one being that lies with grace

The qualities I strive for lies within the book, 
the satisfaction for what it is

It leans on my lower shoulder,
Without moulds it sinks into the crevices

It doesn’t give back for like me,
It believes it is incapable

Yet why does my book feed me when I am hungry,
even I am ravenous and doesn’t contemplate

So who comes close shall not waver at the sight,
For knowing they will never come close

To how we love.