I write my book… I write it tonight… I write my thoughts into the nite.
I may not write swiftly, yet I get my thoughts through.
I am not a writer yet I write my thoughts of love to you.

I write to you my thoughts I share not, only with you my memories I trust.
I trust to you my thoughts and dreams, my mental images and so they seem.
My imaginative vision do I use first to give you my gift of rhyme, rhythm and verse.

I write my book and in it I write… I love you so, as I sleep tonight.