i'm a closed book
that waited to be open.
my childish characters hide
between the pages.
you picked me,
or i picked you - i dunno really.
but somewhere along the lines
of the prologue
you brought them back to life.
to be held between your fingers
is an honour
i'm making myself worthy of.
this one is for ally without whom i'd be empty a type writer without the ink. thank you for your project but i think i'm more thankful for you. God bless you and may you live long enough to enchant everyone you me (like you did me).
