A/N This was written while listening to a song by ThePianoGuys. Recently, I seem to find inspiration from them. :]
A book,
the scent of age and knowledge;
A loving hand, gentle, holding close;
A window, brightly portraying autumn foliage;
A page, kept by a single, ancient rose;
A love, never forgot but long, long lost;
A book, the gift from one akin to another-
The last, cherished at such a cost;
She would never love another.
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