Love a girl who writes
And lives her many lives ;
You have yet to find her,
Beneath her words of guise.
Kiss her blue-inked fingers,
Forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her__
The one she can't discard.
Forget her tattered memories,
Or the pages others took ;
You are her ever after __
The hero of her book.
- Unknown
