The Pages of Your Love

Tiny, simple words,
Written dreamingly on invisible paper,
Sometimes carelessly, sometimes not.
When all is over,
It's all you've got:
By some you learn,
By some you die,
By some you wonder
Or you reach the sky.

Diary or memory,
You can't understand:
All in all, you're just a little man,
Wandering astray with forlorn eyes
When your anguish comes,
And your heart cries
Out loud for help
Or joy.

There comes a time
When you have to face
The flight of the Holy Dove.
When that time comes,
In good or bad,
This is all you have:
One by one
The pages of your love.