Love a girl who writes,
          and live her many lives;
          you have yet to find her,
          beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,
          forgive the pens they marked.
          The stain of your lips upon her—
          the one she can't discard

Forget her tattered memories,
           or the pages others took;
           you are her ever after—
           the hero of her book.