The Book On The Table Poem by Dr Dolston L Morian

What book on the old table
I stealthily have read
It's pages gently flip
The language so serene
Awe! I find it genre sequined in love
I muse; I think; it brightens my mind
I reflect upon its assurance
So enthralling so sweet
Its message stained each line
Tips my mind such peaceful blaze
I slip beneath my sheet,
Ah! Such a slow titillating lullaby
Peace? Oh sweet sleep.

I waken from sweet slumber
No tis not a dream
There, besides me in melody array
The rhythmic pulse and beat
The heart of love, messages repeat.
I slay my sheet and uncover my feet
There's a song that makes me step
Into the arena a presence
Not a drama no illusion
A tug at my heart
I open my eyes I see
I feel I am in love.
T'was already written
They're on the old table
In the cold, a book of love