If my mind

Was an open book,

Would you look inside-

Would you turn the pages,

Or close the book and turn away

And never know the man inside?

If you read the lines

That are etched with time-

A diary of years untold,

Would you want to continue

To read deep into my thoughts,

Or look for another book?

If you decide to stay

And read each page

From cover to cover,

Would you be disappointed

Or amazed at the unfinished novel-

Of a man you never knew?

If what you read pleases you

And you find out that I am a book

That you cannot put down,

Stay and help me write

The last and final chapter,

Of the man you learned to love.