to our senses what can it be?
two roads bond into one
our dear friend never told of the season
let our hearts gather

and die may be
for ourselves winning our wishes
it travels as far as it can
this diary i am holding

each of us do hope
in my heart it gave
flowers for me to say
something that i could take

i never thought it was you
i was half surprised
at the end, where we meet
hold hands for our sake

i read this after the hour
tender kisses gathered upon us
and nicest promises held
i need you everlasting