My favorite book is the one about you
I open it often and thumb my way through

The start of  this tale, indeed so suspicious
To good to be true, publication factitious

No doubt in my mind that my heart felt the friction
Of deep souls aligned, so I labeled it fiction

When love comes so easy, so simple, abstract
The moment can’t handle or see the impact

So this book I’ll carry with me by my side
And treasure the who, what, when, where, and why