My book

Go on and open it

My diary

My book of
Poetry
If you will.

For you

Nothing is hidden

Exposed 

And forthcoming

Every feeling

Is plain-spoken.

Either

You will read it

Right

If you do

Then 

You will 

Most likely
Recite

Each verse

As a fountain

Of goodness

Each one

Rhyming

With

A hunk of

Frankness.

My book is

Yours to read

For you and

You alone 

To study, 

To pore over 

 And be absorbed in;
You will

Interpret

Everything

Is as sincere

As it is;

 I have not

Sprinkled anything
Nothing is
Beautified
Because
I have no
Details
To gild.
My book is
Yours to read
An open book
To you only.
This is
My diary,
My book of
Poetry
For you and
You alone
To see.