thinking of past times
i cannot but venerate you,
my faithful friend
you have shared with me
memories of times good and of bad times
every moment with you is bliss.
regardless of my blunders,
of which i always tell her,
she is yet to refuse me, her love and
patience are what drive me.
means to an end in distress,
first to hear of my least progress
it is her mandate;
she never forgets important dates
else i forgot to inform her
each conversation makes my heart feel lighter
this is to celebrate you formally,
my dear diary.