Dear diary, I met a girl so fair,
Her smile could light up the darkest air.
Her eyes, like stars, shone bright and clear,
And her laughter was music to my ear.
Her skin was smooth as silk so fine,
And her voice was sweet as honey and wine.
She had a way of speaking so kind,
That made my heart sing and my soul unwind.
We talked of love and life and dreams,
And the world that lay before our schemes.
She was a flower, a rare delight,
And I, a bee, drawn to her light.
Her touch was like a warm embrace,
And her kisses left me in a daze.
I knew in that moment, I'd found my place,
With her, my heart's sweet home and grace.
So here I'll stay, and cherish her always,
My dear dairy, my love, my heart's thrall.
--ken (btw there is no her)
