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Between the Pages

I fell in love with you today,
but such love cannot exist.
It must stay between the pages,
go no further than words,
and must always remain secret.
Behind the paper cover,
we hide what we long to be.
But also behind the paper cover,
we thrive on all that can't be seen.
By day i love like nothing is new-
but by the peaceful night,
we let loose what's meant to be.
You fell in love with me,
but yet still,
such love cannot exist.
It still remains between the pages,
and will never go further than words,
and will always remain secret.
No matter our feelings,
your whispering words,
no matter what's wanted-
it's too different our worlds.
And because of this,
we must remember...
such love cannot exist,
it must stay between the pages.

Author notes

this is about a girl falling in love with a book character, and through some illusion, that book character loving her back. i was thinking about how the only two times i have fallen in love, it was at the wrong time, and with people that it just couldnt happen... so i decided to compair it to this... tell me what you think.

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  • Lowell Poe
    September 23, 2008

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    Very Very Clever....i love your idea....
    Its never the wrong time to fall in love,
    sometimes love falls on us,
    at the very right time....only were afraid of it and make up barriers in our minds ...to protect our hearts from being broken.
    The idea of losing this wonderful spirit would be to much....so we hide...and cheat ourselves of many blessings...when we should always shine our light for all to see ...so all the wonderful possibilities will never pass us by.
    You have me philosiphising again lass....lol
    You work gets me to think of all our complexity's...all our foibles and fears and the golden light in our hearts that we hide away.
    Most beautiful...
    It made me think that we carry the keys to the chains that hold us back.


    Plant your love
    and let it grow,
    LOWELL