Book of secrets book of thoughts.
Tell them nothings but tell you lots.
What's inside you'll never know,
The feelings I try not to show.
At my side throughout the day
So I can record the things I can really say.
A simple book of 5" by 8"
Bu I stay up writing in you until its late.
It's pages to me are so familiar.
But whats this I see? something peculiar.
It's not a word nor a letter,
What could it be something better?
Not made of silk, not made of leather,
Could it be a small white feather?
It's looks are so delicate,
It's looks so pure, am I dreaming? I'm not quite sure.
Then with a rattle, then with a shake!
Are my eyes fooling me is this a mistake?
All of a sudden it begins to form wings!
Then I hear a chirping like a song you could sing!
Oh tell me now is this a miracle sent from above?
God has gifted me with a pure white dove.
Not a worry in my mind, no regrets left to say.
Oh thank you God. Thank you for THIS day.
The dove is symbolic for purity. My "book of secrets" is filled with regrets and memories. But GOD has gifted us with the gift of purity in Him through His name.