Bring me along, when you celebrate Labor Day
Apart From Love, I'm your prize
It's a chance to imagine, to let me play
A story of passion before your eyes
Take a deep breath and take me outdoors
Watch the leaves falling, never mind autumn blues
If you touch me, I'll be all yours
My pages will rustle, and awaken your muse.
"A feast for the armchair psychologist.
Reveals insights that can touch and frighten each of us"