I found an old diary of mine,
in the safe, “Spider Place”,
where I, at one time, hid my soul,
as I used to, until you came.
Now my secrets are very plain:
you and I are much the same.
Very gently each page opens,
for the feelings are as fragile
as the story is, and just as old.
Yet, when translated, it’s very new.
I find old book-marks, my tear-stains;
but I know I won’t cry again. Thank you!!
Diaries, feelings, memories: TREASURES!!
Reverie, Tres Jolie, these are my pleasures!!
(I believe this is in Spencerian Sonnet-form:
sestet / sestet / couplet.)
Very Nice Teddy, nicely said, nicely done.
How funny that I found my old diary just this week.....so much in there, so much that it
can still elicit a smile and a tear or two. (actually more than two). Diaries, old love letters, etc....they are treasures, to keep.