A Vow To Not Forsake Each Other

My dearest friend,

Who dresses so fantastically,

In colors from pink to brown.

How you parade your paper attire.

Your fresh perfume flows through the air,

As your pages turn in the wind.

The scent of your ink to me,

Is like how a child recognizes,

The familiar scent of peppermint candy.

I crave a whiff of your perfume every hour.

Like an old woman gathered at a fire,

Your stories intrigued my curiosity.

Your manner of description was incomparable.

You,

With tales of dragons and castles,

That danced with your voice.

I fell in love with your mystery.

The mystery of what lies within,

Your tan pages full of fading ink.

A quiet trust bonded us.

A vow not to forsake each other.

I fell in love with your welcoming spirit.

Your friendliness.

How you welcomed me,

Even from the first word.

A quiet trust bonded us.

A vow not to forsake each other.

Midsummer,

Early spring,

Late winter,

We would spend all of our days by the window.

I watched intently as you told me,

Story,

After,

Wondrous Story.

As we sat there in a cacophony of silence.

You,

Quietly recalled your narrative.

You and I,

My book and I,

Quietly sitting forever.