To, My Beloved Pen

The way she dances in my fingers,
And I felt her inkish fragrance,
We get intimate at lonely nights,
Finding ourselves in romance.

We walk along on d paper,
Hyphen, comma, colon, exclamation,
We trying to spread beautiful thoughts,
Superlative of every imagination.

She is beautiful yet so believable
She keeps me close to my art
She added an adjective of an intellectual
The way I keep her near my HEART.

My love might be looking old,
As edit, undo, copy, paste comes across,
But the taste of the paper on my tongue,
The aroma of ink, viz; a candyfloss.

With Love...