My heart is like a book-
A book which you opened one day-
You read every page
And understood each chapter
You helped in resolving a story
Which lives on forever?
The story of a lover, who cried each day,
A story of love for which she prayed,
A story of a heart who searches for a home,
A story of a dreamer, who sits patiently by her phone,
Awaiting a call of hope,
A call of reassurance,
Awaiting nothing too demanding,
But for a simple chance,
A chance to be happy,
A chance to be free,
Who is it that will cry for me?
The book was on a shelf,
For so long gathering dust,
Never given a chance to leave which is unjust,
At last! The book was raised from that constant position it has rested
Happy to have been pitied but sadly still not dusted.