I see you across the room and my eyes shy to the floor. You are the book I have tried over and over to read, but I never quite find the time to finish. Yet, here we stand. I never know exactly what to say to you. But, I want to read your pages..
Your cover is a soft tan and made of rugged leather. I touch you and trace your spine, as I turn you around to read your text. As I flip you open, I stop for a moment to admire your dedication. I love that people can inspire other people to make brilliant works of art. You have been signed many, many times and will likely be loved for many more years to come. Not all of your pages are filled, but the ones that are, they are inspiring. I turn the page and a sentence takes my breath away. You sweep me into a completely different world..