Of all the books I dared to write,
and to those that I have wrote;
there was one specific kind
which bore our names on front.
With every flipping of the page,
two hearts became as one;
With every passing of each day,
A chapter has begun.
Of all the stories in this book
and pages of our growth;
Our love preserved in binded strings,
is what I'd read the most.
YOU ARE READING
This is why I write.
Puisifor the people I've loved, lost and discovered along the way
