Book of Love
He glued down all of her pictures
And wrote the dates upon the side
In order, when they were taken
Of his lovely, blushing bride
Then he taped the old love letters
He'd written, when they first met
Then sprayed it with her perfume
A smell, he couldn't forget
He pressed a rose inside his book
To remind him of her smile
Then he put in all the valentines
He was able to compile
He taped down both their wedding bands
A promise, he'd planned to keep
He loved her 'til the day she died
This love he carried so deep
As he fumbles through the pages
He thanks the Lord above
On its binding he writes with tear stained eyes
This is our Book of Love
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