Comparing love- strongly based on Carol Duffy's poem about an onion...lol...

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you a book.
It is a world entrapped within your imagination.
It promises life's higs and lows bundled into one.
LIke a rollarcoasters twisted turns.

Here.
It will be a trusting companion to confide in
LIke the locked diary of a lustful teenager.
It will be anything you desire.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you a book.
Its cold paper will ignite under your touch.
Smouldering, Burning.
As we are,
For as long as we are.

Take it.
It's story unfolds with each turn of the page.
Till the end.
A mystery.
It will stay forever, packed away to gather dust.
Until caressed by worn hands to be renewed.