Dear my diary

Love can be forever

 

 

Dear my diary, my dear friend

 

I shall tell you of my journey to fantasy, he who joined me there eyes met

instantly the world closed, my world of surprised emotions flooded through

Soft alluring he walks in, air bewildered in rainbows, soft smiles, he said to me

I can tell you I felt as school girls dream was fulfilled in magic.

 

Diary did I tell you my shoes were blue?  I come alive in his arms, it is so unreal. He shines the eyes of magic, non sinister but trueness. If dairy that is possible in our time.

But he transport, yes I said he transports me through time. I hold his cloak.

His waist coat is filled with snake designs, what can that mean?

The moon  with many vibrany colored  circles, each one is lifted in hearts.

What a starnge and wounderful place.

 

 

The land we embark is not known to many y greed would steal it and sell it profit he says. This land of earth sadness has crept his eyes, he smiles again says it is infest Worth lies.

It is only land, sphere for lovers to dream. The Island in the stream he calls it. I took a risk long ago. I live in breathe, he says to me. Gosh my feet curl. I feel; joy, charm in his arms, as he walks me proudly as his one.

 

He calls me his soul-mate, My goodness what does girl say. It is honor yet danger lurks. He fills my whole being with his embrace To me.

 

I am led to castle of  quench Love it beauty strange diary. I walk oh the fairies all around each pillar is Aston of beauty flowers in hisbuics colors roses all in arrayed decorated and they revise with much love it is so beautiful.

 It truly is an enchantment in this Arabian oasis, all many dreams of a young woman..

 

My heart is bursting, as sixteen at her first dance.

 

Diary outside the window is evil lurking stench , Scary to all mankind. I wonder why I can see it diary I could see so much more, outside many crowds of people all faceless why?

He walks the path with me he says, he closed the window. The curtain of tomorrow he said I shall never see.

 

I awaken was it a dream? Oh diary I beg to slumber moor, My love is there, why am I here?

 

I shall see him tonight, he shall transport me thru time. I shall diary do you hear me? Diary did you think he will forever love me? I lay my head to my pillow. I drift in ominous, curious light.He will lebrerate me from life, to beauty.

I again awaken to the sounds, yes mother I am coming. To get ready for school. I get up, I notice my diary is moved I searched frantically, ah yes there it is my heart beats ten times, what's this someone wrote in this, no it is he, Dear diary

thank you for finding my truest love, she shall be my heart forever, I shall write to her each day the clouds lift

We shall be, my breathe is hers

I live in darkness but with her she brings light. I live in the windows beyond reality. Love the phantom love, but rose is left of her, kiss

 

I take this to my heart disarray I cannot wait till I get home from school

. And Ps diary thanks

 

P.s. Diary, yes wait till I tell granny..

 

Love your devoted best friend, Debby

Reviews

[J. Marc]

This poem is very much related to "Love is forever". You continue, here, your exploration of love as an eternal concept that can appear in time through various persons. Love inspires and can make us transcend everything around us. It transports those who are touched by it on some invisible wings. "I live in darkness but with her she brings light. I live in the windows beyond reality. Love the phantom love, but rose is left of her, kiss" is also a
tough call back to reality. Thank you for sharing with us this very personal experience about love!

[angelinmypocket]

What a wonderful fantasy Debby. It's allure such that for some, dreams are preferable to waking life. Sometimes dreams can be so beautiful...we just don't want to wake and face the light of day and reality.
Love...liz/sis