THE GRACE OF MY PEN
As my pen sways like a whirling dervish Dances with my heart and spirit that cherish It gives breath to my candid ink color Rejuvenates my core in a dainty glamor Bestrewing love to my modest thought Relishing peace and love throughout My pen is much mightier than a sword. It chooses words that glitter like gold It has a ton of magical and wondrous gleams. With so much tenderness, it gently glistens. With the sobriety of my ink, my pen is merry As it breathes kindness, it's getting lovely My pen softens enemies' hearts. It mellows agonies and wrath... It fills love with disdained emotions. Till it melts from abhorrence to love My pen is cool as it recedes selfishness It can appease tempers and distress. The blades of its sword spark and glint I wish its enduring luster will last till then When its sharpness then be blunted. Feebleness comes from its master's head. But with my passion that is so intense In peace and love, we become instruments. With these mighty ...