There you were, on a bible-thick book
Flapping pages of clearly unwanted bound
Somewhat a story of you and me:
Words noticed but thoughts unsunk
Sitting in solitude amidst the crowd
Of shelves of untouched narratives

Hair glistening, hanging, covering half
A face of calm, peace, and gentleness
Eyes that give nonstriking stares
Curved lashes like drawn waves
Snub-nosed rather adorable and pleasing
Complimentary to that perpetually smiled lips

Blissfulness glows in your image