Cmon ZenPens,
My ink is dropping,
Not that of love,
But that of flirtatious touch,
Who will entertain my advances?
A woman I pray for,
Lest I fall a prey.
Unite my hands,
Let’s run to my DM,
And let’s make words bend,
To our immortality,
For us,
Is a world of love.
To thy lady who’s reading,
I’m honoured if I be chosen by you,
To the one I’ve won, let’s tarry,
In the abode of love