These days they come and go, like pages blowing in the wind. We can barely slow them, seizing moments we are in. Flying thru these chapters, days to weeks, to months, then years. I've learned a million lessons, mostly overcoming fears. Though I hold this knowledge, all this wisdom I have gained. I'd do it all again if it's your love that I've attained. I've always taken chances, never putting myself first, never having enough confidence; subserviently cursed. I've given in to misery, that dying love inflicts; but now I'll trade those moments, for a moment in your kiss. Once merely starved salvation. Disconnected from her grace. One part of me was stricken, while the other half, misplaced. Now you've come along, you've picked me up out of the wind. Turning thru my pages, softly speaking as a friend. Ignoring my torn corners, and my aging leather bind. You inscribe yourself so freely. Gently writing line to line. While love may have its ending. I'll accept it's meant to be. Even if for just this moment, I'll invite this destiny. If our stories ever over, with no more for us to share. You are free to let me go, back in the wind, with no dispare. Until that day arrives, I will continue to be yours, with all that you've inscribed in me, it's you my heart adores. So here's to a new chapter, a fairytale of yours and mine, perhaps we will look back, to our once upon a time. Grey, and old, and happy, with memories to reminisce. I can see into our future, looking back upon our bliss.