The Love Book

Fear.
She reads me every day;
Like a book she opens.
Silence.
She stares into my eyes.
Then gently closes me shut.
Curious.
She walks away tarnished.
Returns, but never wears.
Crush.
Her eyes and lips
Dilate my eyes.
Accepted.
I enter her soul.
Blooming flowers erect.
Amazed.
Time flies by; though,
Every hour is an eternity.
Fallen.
Im the lonesome cub
waiting for its matriarch to return.
Crushed.
She never returned.
Left my heart.
Dejection.
Here I am.
Closed and dusty.
Waiting for another reader..
To pick me up from my fall.
Repudiated.
Never the same.
And will never be opened again.