Love Is Like An Open Book Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Making things and make believe
Are the thoughts we do
Through the waves of vision cleave
Every whisper and its coo
Something like the poems are
Finding words to say
Every nightly wishing star
That shines in its dreamy ray

You and I so to each near
Always with so much to write
Wonderful in mixing dear
Reaching every fancy height
Love is like an open book
Answers to each yes and no
With its irresistible look
Full of undertakings to know

Making thought predictin’ on
With a heart not set aside
Till the fluttering is all gone
From the evening and dayside
Always more to say and give
With a wish of every little star
Moments to recollect and live
Though they are from here far