This here...my heart is a book Sadness and hope inhabit most pages Marred by past experiences that took Scribbled are the ironies and broken adages
Worn pages tainted by the lowest of my days Dark ink leave them smeared and stained Fresh ones stay crisp; free from nays Awaiting dreams and wishes I have not gained
Silent are the pages still left unwritten As though I have saved them for something For future chapters yet to happen For you to come and begin your writing
Welcome the pen that would herald a new start Imagined it's ink to bear the flightiest notions It would speak in volumes ensnaring the heart It would sing a song with the sweetest of emotions
Seep in, dear ink, into my pages past and new Seep through, dear ink, feel free to make your mark Seep strong, dear ink, maybe you could undo Seep true, dear ink, and bring light to the dark
But rip not the old for they forever will speak Lessons that are learnt, strength that was bestowed Tears that's been shed, happiness that I seek Gloom that was braved, hope that I have sowed
Come, my heart is your book You are the sole pen to my infinite pages Ink are your words that would fill every nook Eternal is the bond that would last through ages
This here...the rest of the pages are yours Occupy them as you have in my everyday I was saving them not knowing my course Almost as if I knew you'd come to pen the words you'd say
A promise as sure as the sun would rise A promise made as good as the noblest of men My book is open to our laughs and cries As long as you would forever remain my pen