He opened the book,
and read about his life.
and realized that
lot of pages were missing.

Perhaps ONE DAY,
we'll realize that,
we've never lost,
and all that sadness
has never existed.

It was last summer of
Two thousand two,
When I saw you,
I noticed that
you gazed at me,
It seemed that
you wanted to say something to me,
Yet you don't have the guts
to approach me,
you seemed aloof and shy,
I wanted to ask you why?
and still you had no reply.

I have searched for you  every where,
But I could not find you,
Maybe I threw you away,
I cried,
'Cause I lost you my precious BLUE pen,
I've got to find you,
Cause you're a gift from my Special friend,
Without you I would be blue,
You've been my constant companion,
Without you I could never bring my poem to perfection,
Please come back...
Tell the garbage man to send you back to me...
Only then you'll make me happy.
-jenleeluna

Every night,
I dream of you,
I need you,
Just want to hug you when I sleep,
'Cause your softness and pluffiness,
Puts me right to sleep.

Oh, my dear pillow,
Thank you,
For being a friend,
Even when I toss you away,
You please stay.