I Had Kept It In An Old Book

Written for OSI Prompt:  Paper 
(Thanks to Gautami Tripathi of Rooted for the prompt)

I Had Kept It In An Old Book

Folded neatly
I had kept it in an old book
Colour of paper
Had changed
But the fragrance
Of your words still
Refreshed all my senses
It took me three decades
To take it out
And torn it to pieces
With the same hands
That had folded it
All because I found
The colour of your heart
Having become stale
Just like that of the paper,
Because the words which
Arrived afresh
Appeared to be coated
With a layer of
Pride and arrogance,
I was scared
Of their getting mixed
With the old ones
I let them
Melt with eternity,
How else could I have
Saved their sanctity, no..

RS :)