Gently faded like the yellow tattered edges of an old book,
Lying unread in the high shelves of bookshop, quaint, where none look...
The world gently forgets it's presence.. the old musty book...
And yet...my fingers will find you..ardently searching...My old book;
I shall reach out to your soul, where none else look
And I shall hold you close... Read love like an open book...
My love for you...like that for an old book!
1 comment:
Just love it. I can Already smell the mustiness
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