In a quiet bookstore, where dreams softly reside,

Two souls, like lost pages, on a journey to confide.

They sought an obscure book, a treasure yet untold,

Its words, like whispered secrets, stories to unfold.

Fingers brushed on the spine, a serendipitous touch,

In that hallowed aisle, where hearts open, and they clutch.

Their eyes met, and within them, a universe unfurled,

Two kindred spirits meeting in a vast, bookish world.

“I’m sorry, sir. I found it first.

But I’m willing to make a sacrifice.”

“Oh, really? I did too,” he joked.

“Come on, lady. Pick your price.”