A red book I have kept
Which stores the memories exept
The one embedded in my mind
Our story is the one that I bind
It is kept somewhere in my room,
Where the darkness looms
Under something of element
It holds also my lament
It takes a lot of courage
For me to even take a look
Because it reminds me
Of how much pain it took
To put everything in one piece
So, I ponder from time to time
Shall I open that red book
And have a quick look?
Or should I read it,
When it has become my story once again?
It has everything that reminds me of you
The good, the bad
My thoughts, they are quite sad
My diary that had kept going
From the time
The feelings began
So my beloved,
In case I forget
In case I leave
Find my red book
And preserve,
The secrets,
Our story,
And my love.
I love you, Beloved.