Love a girl who writes,
and live her many lives:
you have jet to find her,
beneath her word of guise.
Kiss her blue inked fingers,
forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her -
the one she cant discard.
Forgive her tattered memories,
or the pages others took:
you are her ever after,
the hero of her book.
- Lang Leav