I sat upon a shelf for years
With nothing much to do.
It seemed as though my time had passed,
And that my life was through.

But then you came into my life,
And took me from that shelf.
You held me in your loving hands,
And shared your inner self.

You filled me with your secret thoughts
And with each page you turned,
My feelings grew for you each day,
With all the things I learned.

But then I realized inside
The true reality;
I’m just a book that holds your thoughts,
I’m just your diary.

And though that’s all that I can be,
I’m happier today,
For I have pages filled with love,
That grows in every way.

© James O’Brien
June, 2004

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