Within the furthest reaches of the heart Lie those desires whose name one dares not speak So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, Our most private passions burn at the molten core Of our being, Luring us to the very heights of ecstasy and depths of despair.
Through the ages, The words of impassioned lovers Have transformed a virginal sheet of paper Into a santuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of my desires - unedited, undiluted, uninhibited.