Book Of Love Poem by Kevin Mireles

Suddenly her words
makes a lot of sense.
Life is about
dollars and cents.
But, it doesn't make sense
when you're
living senseless
with no common sense.

Can you catch
the scent of success
creeping up behind you?
Or is it failure,
a stench more familiar.

You have to earn a million
or you ain't got no
self-respect in life,
no prestige in society.

Now try to wrap
your mind around
the fact that the true
value of a man
isn't in what he has,
but in what he can make
from nothing.

Can't you see?
We have to
originate everything.
and make
everybody happy.

So let's bring
a loving music
into their lives
and spring
from the ashes
like the phoenix sun.

Rising because
we're never done.
Like the
resurrection of Christ,
We spill the blood
and taste it for years.
Baptism by fire,
endearment
of reciprocated love.

Life can be hard
or as easy as you
want to let it be,
so lets be.

Love
isn't everything
but it can be
if you let it be
true and pure.

How do i know?
because
the book of love
told me so.

—Note from poet: a poignant commentary on modern life's superficialities.