Wordsmith

Inked words of love to his dismay onto the vacuum pages of the book of life and love,

 Rutilant tears kissed the chest of the book and evaporate,

 Poems parading on the heart of the page.

Remedy from pain filling down the remaining pages with words of peace,

Couldn't've found more better place than these walls of pages and words,

Lamenting night terrible than the memories of past but words from the core of the book sang lullabies to ease my horror. 

Eyes glinted to the symphonies of words and letters,

Lips replayed the emotions the stories hold,

Dreams nevertheless came to disturb this paradise moment.