Love a girl who writes,
    and live 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.

                         -Lang Leav