Books are made of paper,
And lots of ink and glue.
But they’re also,
Made of happiness.
And fear and sadness too.
Books are made of pictures,
And lots of different text.
But they’re also,
Made of anger,
And joy and pain and sex.
Books are made of memories,
And books are made of love,
Books are really,
So much more,
Than the paper they’re made of.
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Random Misanthrope 
Hello.
How right you are about the makeup of books. They are really an extension of us.
Awesome read!
Congratulations too on being featured in the Special Interviews over at Jingle Poetry!
My Potluck 48:
Remove These Satin Sheets…
Sorry, my name is Andy.
I had trouble commenting.
No worries. 🙂 Getting more comments makes me feel more important. 😛 Thank you for reading and I’m glad you liked the poem. This reminds me, I need to post a potluck piece.
Ah, love this! Now I need to go read something before I explode!