P/N: Read along ^.^
I had never been a character,
In any mended book.
I've always just been a reader,
Waiting to have a story of my own.
I resided in some pages,
Of books of the celebrated.
Having a trivial part of my own,
Being content in what I got.
Then you came along and I did.
I did have words, I did have a story.
A story to cry over,
A story to smile at.
A story to be so proud of,
I never thought I could have.
More of feelings rather than words,
It was a miracle for you to have come.
The ending is not the most beautiful,
But all stars don't form constellations,
You gave me a forever in finite days,
I never thought I deserved.
Now I am a book,
With a tale of love and appreciation.
Not read by many but one,
A story which will always be my dearest.