Love is like a book
Bound to its cover,
Charming, beautiful,
Curious, one without
A blurb.

It looks magical, not
Until you start your
Story in it, still there is
Beauty, charm and curiosity,
But it failed to warn you.

That beauty comes with
Hardships, charm harbors
Disasters, and curiosity ruin.
But all this is but a fraction
Of the book.

There's lessons in every chapter
Different people in every page
A lot more emotion in every sentence
And there's depiction of an image
Of what love is like.

At the end of the book
You'll notice what a journey
It has been, and the cover was
Never pink.

It was how love was supposed to be.
© miryelleY.