Ironic Contradictions

I read a book, just yesterday:
A tome of love I do say.
Inscribed with worldly experience
Fleshed nuance – subtlety – innocence.
Every chapter, a single soul:
People dying to be whole.

I felt the tears run down my face
Over any single lack of grace.
Plot of romance - plot of pain.
So much loss, So much gain.

And no genre definition
Binds this work’s condition:
Romance, adventure, fantasy
All combined in ecstasy.

When at last I reach the end,
See the resolutions bend,
To unbeknownst solution
Amidst all the convolution,
Will I see the truth at last
Of present, future, in the past?

This book which I did read
Bound here, now, by solemn creed
Is the tale of all time,
Hidden, dark, moral crime.
‘Tis the tale of it all
Reaching now beyond the Fall
Written in the stars above
Writ now a law of love -
Where people running here and there
Are pages turning everywhere

So this is a poem I just wrote. Would love to hear what you think as it probably no doubt needs some editing work. I mean I can hear the song and the rhythm in the words as I sounded them out and read them but I would love more feedback...