I had never been a character in any mended book
I've always jst been a reader
Waiting to ve a story of my own
I resided in some pages of books of the celebrated.
Having a trivial part of my own,
Being content in what I got.
Then you came along and I did have words,
I did have a story,
A story to cry over
A story to smile at
A story to be so proud of
I never thought I could have more feelings rather than words
The ending is not the most beautiful
But all stars don't form constellations
Now I am a book with a tale of love and appreciation,
Not read by many but one
A story which will always be my dearest
