What do those
Rustic pages hold for you?
I can see,
A bookmark peeping through,
Handpainted ?
Why do you always carry it
In that rumpled brown bag of yours?
There, I see a tear glistening
A storm brews in
But ah! that smile
How do you do that
Even when you are falling apart?
Because you seem
So fragile
Yet something firmer than steel
Shines through your eyes
Tell me about the book
Teach me how to read it,
Decipher its words
He muses
I smile back demurely
I will tell you all someday, my love
But here hold this book for me, I say
All may not be well
But our hearts
Would still find a way
I found you
When I wasn’t even looking
Let love find us too
And take us away
