Ahh yes, I still think back, the first time I laid eyes on you
You were right there...solitary, with your pristine jacket
I could not wait to put my palm print on your silky spine
Eyes became watery as I went in, God you were priceless
My body read passages all over with 'a few' in my "chateau"
Page by page, gave truth to my heart and would never forget
I must say your front and back were just to divine in design
Cords underneath your cover were perfect, expecting no less
I breathed you in, admiring your ineluctable vintage perfume
What a thought, just to turn your page seducing your fore edge
I held you close to my chest, wrapped, cause your were mine
Mind felt a fixation, but "heart and soul" mattered nevertheless
Many times I would smile, prevented from others trying to pursue
Just the thought of you in someone else's hands an inner "rage..."
That day came when I left you in the open, having too much red wine
A precious gift to one had become someone else's scrap to a guest...
When I woke up, you were gone, without any clue of what to do
A pounding head with a heart full of countless beats and regret
As much as I wanted to neurotically explode, I kept myself in line
Twas merely a "rare" find, yes, very dear, but not for others to divest
I wanted to call you out loud, but some may suspect a lose screw
Funny how my mind entertains when it is lost and really upset
I thought I was alone and there was a scent I happened to find
An intro, which ardent book lovers would hate to have guessed...
Can't understand why so many
Can't understand why so many have read but not commented on this poem.
I thought it was such a beautiful poem.