Open the book and feel it's spine.
Take a deep breath and leap through time
Hours, you pass as you turn the page.
Cuts in you fingers from all these decades. The old dusty book, this book you read.
You feel the characters pain,
The characters love,
the struggle and grief.
You feel the wetness of their tears.  
Even if the pain is beyond your belief.
And you hear the persons laugh,
You feel the warmth of their breath,
You feel the warmth in you heart
as you know the story shall never end.