In the language of love, I left myself here for you to find
sleeping
Moon, tell me if I could
Send up my heart to you?
So, when I die, which I must do
Could it shine down here with you?
'Cause my love is mine, all mine
I love mine, mine, mine
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
For the moon to keep,
I’ve gathered these little pages from different parts of my mind and heart. This diary is a small home for dreams, memories, and the things I couldn’t leave behind.
Here you’ll find pieces of my days kept with love.