dear diary

As though I sit and await the chance to see him again I can’t help but blush at the simple thought of me near him again. For what has stricken me..is this what I call love? I proclaim today that tomorrow he shall know my hearts intent and hopefully I shall see his. For he is worth more than gold in a poor man’s house he is more sweet than the purest sugar for tea and more majestic then a rainbow appearing in the sunny sky with no rain. For my heart no longer desires the heartless boys of such as my streets but rather the comfort of him which allows me to smile for I know his true intentions. For they are truly pure within himself.