A Closed Book

In our book of love we were always on a different page, only we didn’t know it…
Until the last chapter, when it was over.
The book will close — taking with it all the carefree laughter, whispers of ecstacy and words soft-spoken, love songs, sweet passion and magic dust which was so perfectly sprinkled in between the pages.
Close the book gently … for while the contents will fade with time, it holds two hearts, to be entwined in it forever.
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