"Now I take her into me
share my book with her
until we know
can read each glance
each whisper
each touch…"
Poetical Prowess!!! This was fantastic! From the subtle flow to the image at the beginning to set the mood of the piece....you crafted an intelligently phrased piece. The type so delicately thought of that i cannot help but be enthralled in the book (pun intended) :)
Yes, indeed, you are a very lucky guy! This poem was perfection, right down to the picture that you chose to present with it. To find that special someone, who knows what you are feeling without words, is amazing.
Yes you are my brother. What a written canvas of prose this was. Yes, there is nothing better than having a book in the hands, much better than a book reader. I don't care for them. Its not the same as having the real McCoy in our hands.
I love the thought of our dearest loved one, being compared to a book. To me it's very true. Each person has shelves full of stories and events to tell. Their bodies have scars and bad memories recorded that the senses unfurl. You could live with someone a hundred years and still not be able to read all of their book, for some pages are hidden from your view. Lovely poem.
"There are only four questions of value in life...
What is sacred?
Of what is the spirit made?
What is worth living for..
and what is worth dying for?
The answer to each is the same:
ONLY .. more..