The Book Of Love Poem by valentino montanna

The book of love

The book of love has many faces,
to open the cover could take for ages.
It always starts in different places,
and write itself down as you turn the pages.

Contents of a book so fragile and weak,
contains all kinds of stuff for people to see.
Things you wanted ore ever will seek,
it can hold the future but its no guarantee.

Chapters of love ore filled with grief,
things to come ore what ever will be.
All about feelings and things to receive,
what ever will come keep your mind free

line’s so honest you can hardly believe its truth
it touches the soul when you review
it makes you feel you got back to your youth
and its all these feelings gone stick to you like glue

Words so define only the chosen can read,
but they will not understand what it will mean.
Read between the line’s that’s all that they need,
try to fined out ore forever will be unseen.

Characters only stand out for those who see,
to open there hearts is al that they need
Trust there instincts and they all will agree
it wound be easy if they want to succeed

Index should tell you no more than you already know,
just be patience there is no more you can do.
Al the different pages you all thumb trough,
now the book of love only has to open for you.

Val.22-06-2007