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.