I profess my love for words

Today I profess my love for words:

Without her voluminous vocabulary or rhythmic resonance, my days would be sullen and sad.
Without her sounds and movements in my mouth, I might as well stay in bed.
Without her presence filling my every thought and syllable expressed,
my humors would be immensely depressed!
O how I would love to see her undressed from those leather-bound, skin-tight covers.
What else is there to love than words, for booklovers?

Have a lovely day!