Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My book.

Read my heart as a book, my love.
Carry it in your collection
and cherish it as if it was the most presious.

Turn the pages of my heart, my love.
You will read your name on every page.
Memorize it, just in case.

Discover the plot of my heartbeat, my love.
Every pump spells your name.
This spelling bee you have to win.

Open my heart again, my love.
Read me, again and again.
Every time you start over there will be some more pages.
New ones, just for you, about you.

Don't try to find it, my love.
You will never find it.
I don't have goodbye as a friend.
You will never find the last page.
You will never find the end.

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