And now the pages are empty.

Over my life I have gathered the sentences,
of all my wonders and experiences,
every single letter,
every

Empty pages in an album...
A blank canvas for her life.
May each page be filled with happy memories,
and none that caused her

Empty pages
Hold an
Invitation

In our hearts

Waiting for
Our story

To set the scene

Of a beautiful
Love waiting
To take place

Let

A blank page -
It has a rhythm in its starkness,
a beauty in its simplicity.

And in its rhythm and beauty
I can loathe it
for

You are open

Inviting me to write something

Clean and bright

Don’t know how I’m going to respect

Your clean