We sat together side by side
Awkwardly stealing glances
And hiding scintillating blushes
We seemed to be mad to those who beheld
Us waiting at the station for hours that stretched
Until we were late and still not quelled
Sitting for no train just thoughts to fetch
We walked together time after time
And sometimes you were far ahead
I called to you but couldn’t shout
I feared the embarassment and dread the doubt
I thought you didn’t hear me
But you turned back with a smile
You slowed down the ride
From swift flows to sublte strides
You taught me
You wounded me
You gave me happiness
And you even made me die
You made me live so many lives
In a single lifetime
I embraced you as I slept
Woke with you by breaking dawn
You were a terrrific book
Wrapped under my slender arms
Certainly Doubtful 
Love the image and the idea that a book is like a person in its relationship with the reader. Beautiful!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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That wss neat how you embraced that. You had me fooled.
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Haha! thank you so much.
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Almost had me fooled too until you said you made me die. Good job
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Thank you so much that’s very flattering.
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Will surely check it out!
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Another inspiring poem. The last four lines were a perfect ending. Paula
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Thank you as always Paula for your extremely kind words.
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A good one indeed. The persona is a book; which also our experience in life. Very well dictated.
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Thank you so much!
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