You're like a pen that always
run out of ink whenever you
speak of your love to me.
You're almost about to utter it,
but just like writing a piece of paper,
only traces of the pen's tip are seen.
And in your eyes I could tell
you're hiding something inside,
Something that you would want me to know,
And something for the world to see.

But my dear, if you'd be a pen
I'm willing to be your ink,
to fill you with so much love,
and together we'd write,
and utter the magical words
that we'd shout to the world
of how it existed by just writing it down on a piece of paper of love
that existed between you and me. :) <3