Your Book Of Love Poem by Suzanna C Chevalier

Don’t tell me you’ love me or even I’m great,
especially on our second date.
I don’t care if it’s date thirty three,
if you’re crazy don’t ask to marry me.
I know you said it is written in the stars,
that the psychic told you, well her head is on Mars.
In the end we couldn’t even be friends because of your lying,
scheming which you will never make amends.
So don’t pretend or try to defend
Your “Book of Love”
has lost its bookends.