Book O book how you listen so well
Storing my secrets never wanting to tell
We are connected as one as only one can concieve
Heart, mind, and soul you are my reason to be
Through the good times and bad you never had questions
Allowing me to write so you could teach me my lessons
When dark and alone you were my beacon of light
To write down my sorrows that burdened my life
When I found the one you gave the inspiration I sought
Helping a romantic speak of love with only his thought
The times we have shared makes you my friend
For when it gets dark, I know you'll be there again
An when I pass on they will know what you meant to me
For the sonets you hold will be known as our symphony
In dedication to my journal
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