If life played out like a book, I'd grab that pen,
Become its writer, and let the chapters begin.
In every page, your story I'd infuse,
You'd be my muse, my favorite to choose.

I'd spill words like secrets, both night and day,
Rewriting moments in a poetic display.
Your words to me, a treasure to keep,
I'll transform them into verses, emotions run deep.

It's the only book I'd read, the only one to write,
Filled with your essence, in every line and light.
A tale of us, penned with love so true,
In this book of life, forever about you.

© Mawa_toshan