Harvested all the memoirs five years in a row,
Nine colorful stockpiled petite diary in night at glow,
Uniquely craft with sundry vivid fountain pens tint,
Silky folio emits lovely sensation rainbow mint.

Delicately inscribe every word to unfold,
Powerful emotions engrave truly so bold,
Through the aid of magic felt tip reborn a ray of light,
Melody that cultivated childish ways twisted track of kite.

Concept quite austere but recollections so broad,
Time patiently render to fashion creative chord,
“In knotty times, happiness and sadness, world is not mine”,
Collected all the episodes cleverly; casted with brine.

Privately keep in the chest of comfy bedroom,
Passion for inscription no place for clown,
Unlocking optimal clandestine seems so unfeasible to share,
Through her smile that glides, underneath the mystery fair.

A key to Nene’s heart might be her diary,
Burning moments; secrets spelled by the fairy,
Pushing every enduring nerve to be with her,
A precise recipe could touch her moody curly hair.

Soft leaves of diary reflects her personality,
Passive thoughts that ponder bashful simplicity,
Do my name “Rechie” have an elfin space, be carve radiantly?
Someway, knowing that I’m special too in your heart in any way.

"For my special friend, NENE"