Keeping the Book

I have met with fiery passions

longing so deep it breaks down

walls shattered into mud

I have met with possessive wishes

selective in their concerns

requiring diligence unrequited

I have met with open hearts

discovering mine was to guarded

joining in their delightful play anyway

I have met with healed springs

cautiously rebuilt

shown to the world because beauty should be shared

Then I met you….

I discovered things I did not know

hands that feel like home

I throw out what no longer I need

to make room for the only book

I want to keep.


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