The moth-stricken book

Moth-stricken book is past,
but it paves way for posterity.
The recorded ink may stain,
but never vanishes from text.
Difficult to decode the signs,
but the symbols can foresee.
Scribbled letters are numerous,
but the pages are not enough.
Myriad colours filled the pages,
which includes darkness too,
and duplicates can be seen too.
But the moth-stricken book
is now floral scented with love.
And I wish it not to fade, 
and to mediate with me always.