Solitude

It feels so nice to be alone
In my warm and cosy room
Away from all reproaching looks
In arms of my beautiful books.

Then in that moment of bliss
I feel on my cheek a subtle kiss
Whence it came, I vaguely wonder
In the book on lap, I wander.

What I seek I know not yet
For my heart would not me let
Maybe I seek a happy attitude
Maybe love or solitude!