Pages sometimes feel so small
Without the room to write it all,
To do the things I said I'd do,
Or show the love I feel for you.
The print is small and hard to see,
I have to squint to read the plea
My sweet subconscious scrawled in black
The warnings that keep me on track.
Other times the page is massive
Sprawling letters feel so passive
When it takes a year to tread
One letter of a word instead of more.
I reach the edge of one long page
And try to turn to find more sage
Wisdom, but it's too much for me,
This leaf of paper's beaten me.
Then I see you with your own book
You see me staring and almost look
Like you'd be willing, if I ask
To help me with this trying task.
Let's turn the pages one by one,
First mine, then yours, but still not done,
There's always more to see and do
And it seems a lot more doable with you.