After years, When I will pass by the same tree, Under which you used to lay on my hands, When you'll drive me with your aroma, When I will be dubious to hold you, When I'll glue you to the dark woods, And, cry till my life gets darker than ever, Then, like a secret lover I'll come to you, To make you a resident of my heart, And, will promise to die, holding you. People might get jealous when they see you with your books, but don't mind. I can't assure you if people can come with you till the end, but books will, their theories will. P.S: If you are not a book lover, please don't mind. Not at all offensive. P.C ~ Self (My lens wanted to capture this kinda pic atleast once) #yqbaba #yqquotes #bookish #till_the_end #under_tree