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.