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. |
