Tattered old scraps

someone took time to wrap

in silken bows

There discoloured with age

some torn, missing their edge

who's, nobody knows

Secreted in a little nook

I read them like a book

stepping on somebody's toes

The words are romantic

the wishes dramatic

many filled with woes

I'm reading an old love story

some parts pretty, some gory

an enthralling prose

Ended badly, hearts broken

but kept as a treasured token

embellished with petals of a rose