Take Down This Book, My Love

Time passes on and quickly all is changed. Spirits are different, yet youthful, yet old. A world once warmed with love’s illusion’s cold. Keepsakes bring back the memories, rearranged. I wrote to express my feelings, so strong, in metaphors and similes of verse. This volume to my wounded soul, did nurse, making sweet song of quantum ills of wrong Take down this book, my love, so gently, please. And open it softly, to read alone, feeling the passion placed within each poem. Travel your hands upon the past, with ease.