A flaw it may be, I take it as a trait…
It may not be good, but it may not be bad…
It belongs to me, I own it…
Why to change, when I like it…
Shortcomings or facts,
You get my trust,
with the first hand shake,
with the first Hello…
You keep it forever,
like a crystal vase…
Solid and unyielding,
till the first betrayal…
With the first mistake,
small or big,
as easily as I give,
I take it back.
It is never the same again,
like the broken vase,
Shattered and Unamendable
never whole again.
Should I change? Maybe…
But I like the way I am…
So, why should I fix something…
that has not been broken yet…
Life of a Bibliophile 