Beyond Translation

Love - romance books abound, but beyond translation, we hold each other, place in each a bookmark and read cover to cover from the centre out and back and forth again and again. Love, the language may be foreign to begin with. But I soon discovered a plot therein that has me at its core. It's then as now I learn there is no beginning or end without you who, unrelenting, I adore. Our dust jackets may be worn and torn, but there are no contents, chapters without the other. And if never another page is read or written, I am happy to have been a part of your ongoing story. Where the bookmark has been rested in a dreamlike state of should I? Or should I not read on? From where the pages have been dog-eared, showing something truly transparent and meaningful without translation belonged.