Pages rustling with age
Turning softly through the day
Reading quietly in the back
Is your dearest love, come to see
What these books could hold
for the telling of you and me
Slowly they speak the words
Coming to life as it were
Taking form with each new breath
to weave a tale of love and death.
Here it is, hear it now,
chapter one, shout it proud
Introduce yourself it’ll be fun.
Names and d...
