The Book Of Us Poem by Lesa MRK

Sometimes I think I love you,
But I'm not sure how I feel.
When I'm with you, I'm happy-
I'm telling you it's for real.

Sometimes late at night I cry,
Over the things I cannot change.
This story has no happy ending;
A teardropp within every page.

How can we find an easier way,
To say goodbye in the end?
How can we find an answer,
To make a broken heart mend?

Now the book sits closed,
Never to be opened again.
We both prayed so hard,
Yet sorrow shadowed the end.

Your smile was part of the song,
That clouds the tears in my eyes.
As the flame flickers ever higher,
Something in the book dies.