See how I have been loved!
With all my edges crinkled,
How tenderly I have been frayed.
My left corner is wrinkled
From coffee she has spilled
When she could not neglect me,
Her wide-eyes, searching through my soul,
Cannot help but reflect me.
Some of my words are smudged
Upon some speckled pages,
For sharing all my loves and pains,
These tears have been her wages.
My spine is cracked and bent
In all her favorite placings,
That made her laugh, or caught her heart,
Or set her spirit racing.
My face bears faded lines
From fingers soft caressing,
My cover curls out toward the world
From all her fervent pressing.
I surely have been loved
Within her lonely hours.
She lost herself adventuring,
Enraptured by my powers.