Dear Diary, I think I saw my love today
Sitting in the shade engrossed in a book
And though he did not notice me
I am sure soon he would
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Dear Diary, I think my love saw me today
As I was pretending to sip my tea
Waiting for him to pass by
And take a passing glance at me
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Dear Diary, I think today was special
Our eyes met for the first time
Accidentally, but my heart skipped a beat
And I am sure his must have too
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Dear Diary, I think I am almost sleepwalking
Following my love around
Is this called stalking?
Happiness in my heart though seems to be abating
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Dear Diary, I return to your pages rather forlorn
It’s been three months and yet we haven’t spoken
Chasing a love may seem like a dream
But the heartache it causes is too extreme
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Dear Diary, many summers have passed since
Living alone, you know how it’s been!
Your friendship has truly been forgiving
Your pages witness to every rant, ramble, dream
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Dear Diary, this time I think I found the one
Whose soul I can sink into, and in whose arms
Where memories seem to float in of a life not yet lived
And my rather broken heart seems to have healed
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Dear Diary, in your white comforting pages
My heartache has bled out, in tears and in rages
The sweet morning sun now kisses my skies gold
With hopes renewed, waiting for this new saga to unfold
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