¶¶ MY OLD BOOK ¶¶ You're like that old book, one that holds the best place in my heart's book shelf pages of which are half torn, yet much golden and beautiful. Your aroma tantalizes me with every passing day, to open you and read stories you have woven in solitude. Slowly as I reach your depths, I fall in love with you even more with your romantic verses, and the smiling sunsets you've within yourself engraved. Memoirs of mesmerizing visits embossed on some pages, chaotic sunrises on some, yet you soothe my heart like no other new book. No matter how gorgeously dressed they might be, but you would forever remain my first love, closest to my heart, my favourite old book. ¶¶ MY OLD BOOK ¶¶ You're like that old book, one that holds the best place in my heart's book shelf pages of which are half torn, yet much golden and beautiful. Your aroma tantalizes me with every passing day,
