I thought it's love

A book between its pages.. each of you must find himself...

In a letter.. a word.. or a line..

And when he finds it, I am sure he will read the same page two, three or more times...

In this book I found myself a lot...

I found my heart a lot.. and my soul a lot..

In this book, the absent attended.. the departed returned.. dreams awakened.. promises were repudiated.

In this book, words go through the chest like daggers.