Poem of LOVE

The love in my life, for me, is
like a book of poems;💕
Many of its leaves have turned white.
The ink has not been scratched for a long time.
Worn and discolored sheets wrapped.💕

His poems have not been read for a long time,
behind the scenes, secretly
Suddenly an unknown guest arrived.💕

The web breaks at his touch,
the book of poems opens.
The worn leaves seemed to come back to life, so much so that
someone fell in love with him.💕

Today the white sheets are very much alive,
because her empty belly will be filled again
of rhythm and poetry.
💕
Unknown, he is busy acknowledging the invited poems,
has been capturing each and every poem, the poems💕
are bound in your heart today.

The book of dirty poetry has come to life today,
the language of poetry in a new rhythm, a new sweetness is free today;💕
Intoxicated with the joy of the new creation.