THE BOOK OF OUR LOVE

Every page is unique, And right off the bat, Its cover with a perfect physique, Protects the basis of our secret. Page one is red as roses, And two, so blue as violets, Three has a picture of our noses, Close together, with lips locked in kisses. Page four is the one I hate, Painted with lies that tore us apart. Five is my favorite, We came together, fulfilling fate's part. Page six and the rest are blank, Waiting for more days to drop our ink, But the very last is full of God's signature, Death marking the end, that's nature's figure. By Kizio Josh