He wondered when he would
meet her next
Thinking of all the things he would say to her
So he began to write it in his diary
Not wanting to miss on any
word.
Some pages have tattered, few are been left
blank
The empty pages have lost their voices
To let her know the feelings of her man
They meet often but he hasn't yet proposed his love
The diary has grown tired and older,
So have the tears which has dried up now.
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