Happily together our song is sung,
In the form of beautiful words upon paper
To treasure and keep for years to come
Never to be opened until much later.
Pages flutter through chapters of our story
A slip of my thumb and the present is gone
The finder of this novel will not understand,
A mess of letters to dither upon.
An endless search for a true keeper
To open and read our lives
Alas, non of whom have shown themselves
Simply have capable minds.
Pages flutter through chapters of our story
A slip of my thumb and the present is gone
The finder of this novel will not understand,
A mess of letters to dither upon
Pages torn battered and bruised
The love of life surely dissolved away
A heart wrenching lust to find an owner
Who comes with intentions to stay.
Pages flutter through chapters of our story
A slip of my thumb and the present is gone
The finder of this novel will not understand,
A mess of letters to dither upon.
Finally a saviour with an open mind
Can interpret such a story as ours
Beauty awoken in its most natural form
Pages full of soft scented, dried flowers
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