A book for Everyone Who's Ever Been in Love, And for Anyone Who Would Like to Be...
When one is truly in love, he does not speak merely from his mind—no matter how clever a thinker he maybe...
One does not speak merely from his lips—no matter how eloquent a speaker he may be regarded...
When one is truly in love, we find that he never speaks from the mere surface of his soul, but from the very depths of his heart...
What you hold in your hands is not merely a 'book'. What you hold in your hands is the innermost part of a man in love. What you hold in your hands is the deepest part of a soul, drawn from the most earth-shaking time in a man’s life. The time when a man bares all, gives all, and dares all—for love. You hold in your hands the most intimate part of himself that a man can share with a woman.
You hold, My Secret Heart...
Excerpt
Sunset…
Somehow the sun
Just seems to rise and set
Within your eyes,
As I watch you move across the room
Not so much a walk,
As a gentle glide,
Poetry in motion?
No, so much more than that,
It’s a song by Mozart!
Never toneless, dull or flat,
Sung by your soothing movements
As if borne by the wind,
Movements so hypnotic
They seem woven by a Jinn,
When one’s heart
Seems to doubt
Any joy held in this land,
Watching your soft and elegant movements
Is a gift from God to man…
…Samishii Suzume~…
|
