Love said so wisely

28 Oct 06 @ 05:18 PM  category » poetry

This is a poem my sister Anne wrote out in Sunny's wedding book, which she had been given at her own wedding.

Author unknown, but quite simply beautiful.

I know only this, in all simplicity, I am a book
Thou hast chosen from the vast library of women.
Open me, I lie open.  The wind may lose my place,
But not another reader.  I, like all volumes, have secrets
To be read between the lines, but the words are there as well.
Unread, I am not worth the binding,
Unfinished, I am not worth beginning.
Read, I surrender what rewards I may.
Understood, I am life’s companion.
Rewritten, I may yet be improved upon.
Lent to an illiterate, I go to waste.
I cannot bring myself to life.  Only who reads me well
Will know what is written there, and knowing what is written,
Will know also that which destiny has failed to write.
But be not hard.  Judge me not always by perfection’s rote.
Think, instead, and humbly, how wonderful it is
The pages are not blank.  One final word:
Read not with impatience, for though life, they say, is short,
At moments, it seems long, and time will turn my pages
Soon enough……..