{"id":745,"date":"2015-10-21T23:38:47","date_gmt":"2015-10-22T04:38:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=745"},"modified":"2015-10-21T23:38:47","modified_gmt":"2015-10-22T04:38:47","slug":"poem-about-a-book-written-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2015\/10\/21\/poem-about-a-book-written-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem About “A Book Written of Love”"},"content":{"rendered":"

Turn, turn, turn, turn the page once more to begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

As is life in a book, there must be a loss to have a win,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each hour has a start but to start another hour must end,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once a week is lost in part it is impossible a week to mend,<\/span><\/p>\n

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With each new page I pray for another day to be with you,<\/span><\/p>\n

As the page turns my angel of morning delight comes in view,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve written pages of love on paper, paper hearts without a beat,<\/span><\/p>\n

Until blood pulses through the heart words will remain incomplete,<\/span><\/p>\n

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A moonlight kiss written well can engorge parts with the mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

But until lips touch upon the sought he remains to be blind,<\/span><\/p>\n

No sensation of imagination can lift the human soul that it may fly,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s so strange yet words written correctly can make a man cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Let her kiss light upon your lips and your heart will set sail,<\/span><\/p>\n

To a dimension unknown, for if imagined it compares pale,<\/span><\/p>\n

A book written of love’s first year must be an enormous one,<\/span><\/p>\n

True love written should be ten times the volume when done,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The moment your mind drifts to her and emptiness is found,<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s the signature of love when her absence is felt all around,<\/span><\/p>\n

You must take each moment to heart and cherish it in full,<\/span><\/p>\n

If blessed to love true let the world know of her love’s pull,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Great men face fear yet cannot bear her departure in thought,<\/span><\/p>\n

Such men wear ribbons of valor for wars and battles fought,<\/span><\/p>\n

Time, a little more time, will weigh upon lovers aging too soon,<\/span><\/p>\n

Mornings bring delight, as first sight of her makes me swoon,<\/span><\/p>\n

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One year of love must contain pages numbering three sixty five,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each day must be filled with love if new love is to be kept alive,<\/span><\/p>\n

Filled with extremes of unbridled love it exponentially grows,<\/span><\/p>\n

Written as pages of your love it will multiply as true love flows,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I’ve written a book of love for you my angel and it’s a big book,<\/span><\/p>\n

The birth of our love was large but the year of departure overtook,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart so exposed for you, the world, and the things I survived,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our love is created of heart and soul, true love cannot be contrived,<\/span><\/p>\n

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An apparition created of love came to me when despair overtook,<\/span><\/p>\n

One day of loving you so, while at death’s door created a big book,<\/span><\/p>\n

Twenty seven pages it took to describe an angel’s kiss on my lip,<\/span><\/p>\n

Swollen and torn as blood seeped from my skin from head to toe tip,<\/span><\/p>\n

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One book to use as a tall stool with book one used as a step stool,<\/span><\/p>\n

A stool of three feet disguised as a book of love is a clever tool,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each year has grown my sweet love to such extreme my books not done,<\/span><\/p>\n

I’ve come to realize our mansion upon the hill is our home of just one,<\/span><\/p>\n

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We have become one and shall remain as one until our time is done,<\/span><\/p>\n

Written of me in truth of you is that you’ve always been number one,<\/span><\/p>\n

Should a teardrop fall upon my written word I pray it is of your eye,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I share your emotion while you read my rhymes I too will cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

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From within my book of love voices will cry out “hold me a little longer,”<\/span><\/p>\n

Words of departure and anguish we’ve known well but made us stronger,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hold my hand,” you heard me say too often when I was in pain so afraid,<\/span><\/p>\n

As pain took its toll to such extreme I died and listened as you prayed,<\/span><\/p>\n

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No book can contain the emotion of such a moment when touched of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be granted such a gift, that while in limbo I felt your love as I went through,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each day I hope and pray to remember sensations of being loved by you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I write rhymes in hope you will feel my love, that you will feel me too,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Seasons pass through the year and although names remain that’s all,<\/span><\/p>\n

Leaves on trees are letters on the page and the story is the order they fall,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each thought and each moment of the day is told as a memory past,<\/span><\/p>\n

How the story is told creates the shadow of the tree and how it’s cast,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My heart tells me our love story will hold readers spellbound for more,<\/span><\/p>\n

I pray they understand I knew you before I met you, it was long before,<\/span><\/p>\n

I dreamed of angels from storybooks of love and I read of lovers of old,<\/span><\/p>\n

As our story is read I hope to hear, “that’s the best love story ever told.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The end, I love you my beautiful angel.<\/span><\/p>\n

For Patti By Pat<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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