I love that my pen
Has a soul
That's according to the manufacturer
But I believe it
Whole heartedly
I've said it before
That it's not the pen
That makes the writer
But it feels so perfect
It looks so perfect
The ink flowing
From the gold inlaid nib
It feels like a soul mate
And that means
It's alive
And thinking
And enjoying this every bit
As much as I do
I hope its enjoying this
I wouldn't want
My pen to be sad
Maybe
If I make it happy enough
They'll make a pen
With homage to me