The book you never opened, or the pages you read too quickly,
the one you don't remember, that's who's important to me.
The words you never read, the line that you forgot,
that's the one deep inside my heart resides a spot.
The text you threw away, the old book that you burned,
the ones that never were, I give them a turn.
The ink that never met your eyes, the soul you never saw,
I will search the world for them till my hands are raw.
The paper that was ripped, the heart that was destroyed,
to bring them into my arms would make me overjoyed.
The scrap that you have wasted, the memory that was lost.
I will still remember, no matter what the cost.
The line that you have severed, the knot you've untied,
I will put it back together and keep you by my side.
When they left you lonely, cold and dark and damp,
I will give myself to warm you and with my love a stamp.
So when they drop you spine a-bent I will break you fall,
and give up mine own life, for you my Love and All.
A book is something precious, full of many memories,
memories from the author, and of the ones who read.
This one is full of yours, so I will take good care,
and when I give it back to you, mine will also be there.
