I have a little diary that I keep by my side. It knows the very heart of me, my secrets locked inside. Each page, it tells a story, of you, my shining star. In all your shining glory, of how wonderful you are. Of every time I'd dream of you, and every feeling I'd suppress. I live, I breathe, I pine for you, and this I must confess. Then, sweetheart, then this book recalls your loveliness. |