Saturday, August 21, 2010


I’m the cover and you’re my pages,
Without you I will be useless.
Without your words I can’t give a title,
We are apart by just a little.
They saw me first in black,
But they’ll know me more if they move and discover my back.

I was made harder,
To protect you from any danger.
So if any trouble comes to you,
Don’t be anxious coz` I’m here covering you.
They can’t touch my pages,
If they can’t beat the cover’s rages.

Thank you for giving me a chance to be the first in line,
I’m so happy that you appeared to be mine.
I’m always praying that they won’t tear you,
Coz’ if they do my life will be untrue.
My dear pages, thank you for giving me a meaning,
I’ll make sure that the book is forever shining.

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