The Book That Was Too Beautiful To Be

The last time that I saw you we were sat Beside the fountain in the Market Place You always had an easy kind of grace A cheeky twinkle in your eye, the chat You always had a mission on, and that Is what was different that day. The chase Was off. It was an odd look on your face A note within your voice that sounded flat As if you knew. Come sit with me, you said And so we did, you with your tinny, me With black no sugar. Now that you are dead I look back at us sitting there, and see Within the book I thought that I had read The book that was too beautiful to be