The Book,,,

I Saw A Book Upon A Shelf,,,
The Cover Was Beautiful To See,,,
But It Did Not Hold My Attention,,,
And It Was Hard To Read,,,
So I Gave This Book To Someone Else,,,
This Book Was Not For Me,,,

I Saw A Book Upon A Shelf,,,
The Cover Was Faded And Worn,,,
I Read The Pages Over And Over Again,,,
The Pages Had Writing,,,Were Creased And Torn,,,
I Love This Book So Much,,,Like Some Crazy Childhood Romance,,,
And I Buy Another Copy,,,Every Time I Get The Chance,,,
It's Kind Of Like A Love Affair,,,But Only In My Mind,,,
I Love To Hold And Read This Book,,,I Read It All The Time,,,
I Know Every Page Of This Book,,,I've Read It Through And Through,,,
And If A Woman Could Be A Book,,,Then The Woman Would Be You,,,

I Finally Found A Book,,,The Last I'll Ever Read,,,
And If A Book Could Be A Woman,,,She Is All I Will Ever Need,,,