¤ Old Journal ¤
In my own solitude I write
Amid the fragrance of perfume sweet
I bare my heart in written lines
Upon these pages so discreet
Here I share my feelings deep
Consealed from curious prying eyes
The secrets of my inner soul
Within these page in silence lies
The tender emotions of my heart
Are set free from their prison chains
Sacred desires that inward lie
Reveal themselves in letters plain
This journal old ne'er reveals its truth
About the many tears its seen
In confidence it remains my friend
No matter where in the world we've been
copywrite©2008Irene
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