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The love story of pen and paper |
| We have a bond unbreakable, And we go hand in hand. Our connection is forever, Though some don’t understand. Our purposes are futile When we are not entwined. I cannot write a poem, And he cannot bear a line. We speak a conversation That flows through words of passion. I add color to his body That once was simply ashen. In lines of tender words, He portrays the thoughts I speak, The ones that give me strength, And the ones that make me weak. Our bond will be forever, Our passion strong each day. I need him and he needs me In each and every way. |