A book of medium size, bound in plain light leather. Inside it are the words, written in a clear hand, "This book belongs to Topaz."
Saturday, 19 November 2005
No eagle in the morning blue,
no golden sun at noontide high,
no falling star through midnight sky,
can equal or compare with you.
Breathless joy and burning flame,
wonder, pleasure, joy and fear --
this I feel when you are near,
when I see you, speak your name.
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