Trace my spine from top to bottom,
her soft, slender fingers do.
Make me feel ever so alive,
Her smooth and rhythmic heartbeat and
That loving grip and warm hug, do.
A naughty smile her lips fashion in to
Look at one another when we do,
Ever so alive does it make me feel.
On my hardcover case, her fingers dance
Mulls over the smoothness and richness of it, as she does…
Her Diary, I am,
A constant companion, I am.
For two odd years, together we have been
The young adult life roller coaster, faced together we have.
Replete are my pages,
With her secrets and musings.
Smirk, she makes me
With passionate, eccentric thoughts.
But solace do I find
Confides in, trusts and loves me
As she does.
Return do I,
The very same sentiments.
My pages respire for her
No less is that, in my lingua
Than a human beau saying:
My heart beats for her.