The Untold Love Stories
Yes, I have love stories,
Sweet ones, with little mysteries...
With my pillows,
The pillows that console me,
In the embrace of them I lie,
Drenching them all with my tears,
And I so wish they had ears...!
With my blankets,
The blankets that really give me space,
Covering my "just-cried" face,
Ensconcing me with all the tenderness,
Making me feel that soothing warmness...!
With my quills,
Ohh! They are the dearest of all,
For they make the words fall,
From my heart,
on the bookfell,
And all the emotions,
only they can tell...!
With my diary,
The diary that holds my secrets,
The "just-mine" moments and the regrets,
Giving me a relief from the burden,
That I feel so often...!
Ahh! I just can't get enough of this affection,
would I ever trade this connection...!