Erasers and Pencils

Written within my history, By pen, pencil, or quill, The pages are no mystery Some yet to be written still From my many dawn breaks Blank pages becoming too few Fond memories and heartaches Waiting to be written anew My past, already written But, then I met you At first glance, I was smitten Imagining futures new Your smile is like an eraser My sadness and pain removed Your arms within, I feel safer Embraced, nothing to be proved