Little Blue said in the morning,
“I love you!”
“Me too,” said I—
a little surprised.
“I’m going out.
I need some me time,” it said.
I replied,
“I don’t mind,
as long as you don’t fall
in love with another pen.”
“I won’t,” came the reply.
“I don’t have a heart.”
“But you did tell me
you love me,” I said.
It whispered shyly,
“While you were sleeping,
I read your love letters
and got inspired.”
“Love you!” it said again,
and went out.