My life is compared to an old, rotten book
That no one dared to take a look
I remained myself to be kept in the shelf hidden
Outside the world where people barely think what's forbidden
For as long as I can think and remember
My pages never showed its glow like an ember
The words and colors began to fade away
Until someone like you began to lighten up my day
Your gentle touch returned my faded colors
Restored the words and opened my closed doors
Your pen gently swayed on my old, creased paper
Like a graceful pirouette done by a ballet dancer
The day you came, you created a new chapter
Like the one from the novel of an inspired writer
Every words and details are carefully drawn
Like the dewy grasses of a backyard lawn
So when my life is over, and I'll be given a chance
Even if it's just a dream that'll easily prance
If there's a chapter in my book that I would see without strife
It's when the time you recreated the book of my life
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