My Favorite Poem

When we first started dating I let my wife borrow my copy of my favorite book, which she returned annotated with a running commentary in little scraps of paper.  It will always be my favorite book.  I now have a second copy of the book for loaning out.  The copy she borrowed lives on a special shelf under a glass dome display.  I only handle it while wearing powder-free nitrile gloves.  I have day dreams about our children fighting over who will inherit when we die.