I saw his journal In his uneven writing Like a window to a place That I had never been He talked of love Where I had never heard That word gracing a page How if you didn't have it You had nothing at all How something People would think is simple Is the most important In the end Paper told me That there is so much I can learn from this Quiet boy Though I already knew I would love him From the things I saw In his eyes I think I glimpsed home But can't be sure Of my loves journal That I managed to spyBirth sign: Cancer
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