Its pages torn and weather worn
Its cover and binding shred
But never is it forlorn
That special caressed book
It held me on like a hook
When I first began it, feelings shook
So never did I take to maroon
That extremely wonderful book
A friend I never overturned
It felt a piece of me inside
Never did it leave me alone
That lovely friendly book
It held my hand in the dark
Let imagination spark
Never will I forget my friend
That book, stayed with me till the end
Forever remains on my shelves
Filled with magic, fairies and elves
Always there to read again
That book, a story that never ends!
