You meet this book somewhere,
And know it's yours forever.
Your thoughts are out in the air
Until you'll be together.
It's might be old, it's might be new,
It's might have scratches, loss of pages,
But it's just yours, it's coming through
You know it for amount of ages.
You can't explain it, you just feel:
It's yours, was always yours, no doubt.
You care about it with fear,
And it inspires you with routes.
You meet this book at one of stores
Among the shelves and pilots others,
And you just know: this one is yours
For price to pay... how much it matters?...