Pen State
Don't ever think my pen ran dry
It won't, it can't, and here is why
All my thoughts of you I write
And of them there's no end in sight
Some published, some for only you
To read about, the things we do
In dreams I have, of my desire
To make slow burn a roaring fire
Working out or tuning strings
Along with many other things
Or simply thoughts where you and me
Enjoy each other's company
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