Read me when you’re free,
or make a date with me.
I’m yours to hold tenderly;
I’m always there for you to see;
or to keep in your library.
I’m a book with a life-long story-
in sickness or health you’ll cover me,
and keep me warm and cozy,
and turn my pages as you turn your body,
and hold me under your pillow tightly.
Then in the morn you’ll wake with glee-
remembering what you said to me:
let me be you, and you be me;
and your words will set me free,
and forever make me happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful personification!