May 20, 2009

In my book, there are no words that gives life to what is real
Nor pictures to put a face to any emotion
Each page is just a mystery to be revealed
Every chapter is a new begining of a story that never ends
It is not empty...
For this book of mine is filled with an ink of you and me...
More than a writer
More than a poet
You are my everything
I'm glad to be the prince of your poetry.

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