Sonnet -
I once happened by chance upon our love
As though it were a newly published book
No fingers had caressed the cover of
The text. My heart desired a deeper look
The authored sheets shift as new days begin
Novel feelings flow from each turning page
Once our passion started he had no sin
“We will not end”; I loved that whispered gage
But loving words stop, our plot has an end
After touching all your everything
I quickly slammed the covers. You’re no friend
I found us sacred, you found us a fling
I have opened your covers once again
The love of a book can be quite the chain.
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