first love..

as i turn the pages.
the sweet smell of ages
wafts up to my nose.
with a delicate whisper on it's parched tongue.
waiting for the first touch of love to caress
the contours of its history.
black and white.
they run.
careless.swift and tiny.
oh!the exhilaration of skimming through it's warmth.
it's features memorized.
recorded .
a sprinkle of white powder.
to keep the memories alive.
i tuck it back safely.
into the vast jungle of it's fraternity.
all of them.
all these years .
and me.
one strong bond.
to last an eternity.
and one little book.
to last a lifetime.