The whisper of real love
tickled my ears so long ago
and feels like a long forgotten conversation.
those sweet nothings,
no longer seem to be in my vocabulary.
But the book of love
still has music in it and
every so often I open that book.
Those notes play melodies on my heart-strings.
The familiar phrases of love,
the notes on the scales of romance,
and play wistfully in my memory.
Perhaps I am meant to hear that music again.
Just maybe the songs I hear from that book
are heard by someone else
and we haven’t yet had a chance to listen to them together.
For just a moment,
I want to close my eyes and really hear the music.
I want the Book of Love
to play a song for me just one more time
and have it be the only song I truly hear
for the rest of my life.