Love for Pen and Pen for Love

This pen may sing

a love song,

but I can both

love and hate

its ink.

It will mate

with this page--

cut a mark in jet or red or blue;

beat out

A LOVE SONG:

"I burn, and

am ice":

(been said b4/read b4).

What is Love?

[Too Late,]

sips of kiss past

the glow way down low

will fade: the Fate

of an

Ink

Well

to sink

or sell...

The Pen Can Call it Back.

Now,

come

fix

some

mix;

RING!

SING! [and tell]

What is this Love?

it can not be seen,

but you can pen it.

So,

say

who

will

pray thru to May:

prey thru to May

A year has gone/

A year has come/

A new pet\

A new set\

this rain as thin as ink and

pain as cute as cats and dogs--

a loss each kid can cry:

The Pen Can Call it Back.

I love, and I hate;

why do I do it, you ask?

Don't know;

but I felt it and bled,

saw it and fled. So I sing of

pain for the pen

in true mark of love:

A NOTE.