Book of memories,
How many times have I stood before you
How many times did I stop to browse your pages,
Pages that holds adventures, feelings and opinions
In you i recall paintings that my imagination drew
In you I read of critical moments that shaped me
In you, some days were engraved in gold with a lingering shine
And in you are moments recorded in deepest black. Those I wish i could erase..

My book of memories is a book that holds alot..
It holds my past, writes my present and awaits a future that i have entrusted to the one who holds the pen.