Bound and Binding

You’re bound to find me in the pages

In between the prologue and the ending

Pressed like a flower in its ending stages

Widows, villains, tortured souls, befriending

You’re bound to find me in the words

Woven into every arc and line

Burrowing home within the parchment

Worshiping at the veritable linguistic shrine

You’re bound to find my spine has worn

Opened just the right number of times

You might be tempted to forever keep

This book of life I collect and bind