She says I shouldn't love her;
She says she’s not real:
Just a pixie girl, a
Nymph of my dreams.
Indeed, I questioned her
Reality from the first day
And I finally decided believing
Was better than her not being.
She says I shouldn't love her
Because her job isn't the
Most respectable and I
Should find someone better
But one does not judge a book
By the cover, or how many
Fingerprints mark its glossy bindings,
But instead based on what’s inside.
Her appearance may have been
What first caught my eye, as the
Covers of books usually do,
But when I began reading
Page after page, I knew
I had fallen in love, truly
In love, with the content
Of the book called Bex Olivia.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
She says I shouldn't love her;
She says she’s not real:
Just a pixie girl, a
Nymph of my dreams.
Indeed, I questioned her
Reality from the first day
And I finally decided believing
Was better than her not being.
She says I shouldn't love her
Because her job isn't the
Most respectable and I
Should find someone better
But one does not judge a book
By the cover, or how many
Fingerprints mark its glossy bindings,
But instead based on what’s inside.
Her appearance may have been
What first caught my eye, as the
Covers of books usually do,
But when I began reading
Page after page, I knew
I had fallen in love, truly
In love, with the content
Of the book called Bex Olivia.
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