pristine state, one formal leather-bound diary
and the other a pastel book for letters of love,
I can’t fill them as romance is just a fantasy I
play with in my mind, reality so big the golden
nugget of perfect love doesn’t show so well
Feelings spiral every day in new curves and
the books will fill up too fast, besides, I can’t
decide between other themes: work poems
and family life; melodies should play when
opening these books - Bach’s harpsichord
in the formal one and Mozart in pastel; but
The only music I can have in there is staves
with notes all without sound since these are
real books, not magical items from Unseen
University, yet all else would be sacrilege as
only clear sounds should emanate from new
books as sweet as these and I can’t think of
Anything else that would do justice to these
two wonderful books bound to remain empty
if they continue in my care - another is sure
to come defile pages with their hand - until
then I am dreaming of the wonderful things
I would like to see in these - then insight
Comes - the Bright Crown of Lady Wisdom
presents itself as most worthy in the world,
Wisdom encasing Love…
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