Wear a brown shirt for me I'll find a white flower for you With petals broad enough for me to scribble "I love you" In black ink Or maybe with some kohl. Will you let me put some under your eyes? Put the flower in your chest pocket You've always loved lilies, I know, And flash a smile at me So that I can call you my Textbook of love. Remember that tattered book With brown cover Short stories and poems inside English Reader Class IX? No, I didn't know you then. I didn't know what love was But I knew what it might be. Early butterflies in my belly For a boy I sat beside And this one poem in that one brown book. "If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only." Now you, you, yes, you My book of poetry, My song of love, I love you for love's sake only. You are the textbook definition And I can read between your lines This book can have a miserable ending It can break my heart into bloody shreds But I'll read it again and again My brown textbook man Look at me with your smudgy kohl eyes Consume me in your gaze Devour me in your lines While the music keeps playing And the evening is bashful I want to be a verse in your pages While the fan whirls in this room And the curtains bathe in dusky gold I want to curl up inside your stanzas We'll stay as one until words fall apart Until it's too dark to read Until the end of poetry.
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