"The eyes are the windows to the soul, and words are mirrors of the heart..."
The candlelight lends its golden hue,
Dear diary as I write in you,
The thoughts and dreams locked away,
Of a dreamer by night and poet by day.
Layered within me, emotions so deep,
Try as I may, impossible to keep.
With pen in hand, alone in the night,
I scribble my feelings, and lock you up tight.
I've pondered the notion, if I should dare,
To open you up, and with someone share
All of these words, which reside within you,
A reflection of me, understood by so few.
~Pate~
Take A Peek In My Diary Of Dreams By Clicking The Candle Below
