MY STOLEN PEN
I recall words so well professed,
Just five short months ago.
None would know this heart henceforth
Lest never would it show.
I felt it poetic license,
If I ever loved again,
My heart simply would not commence,
She'd "Just have to steal my pen."
Now, maybe arrogance provoked
The forthcoming replies.
I saw passion sweetly invoked,
She blushed, and batting eyes.
She made a trip to Wal-Mart,
To buy a "like" Paper*Mate.
Thus was this beauty ever smart,
Her writings were first-rate.
I was to be spanked I was told,
If I stopped writing at all.
Oh man was this Femme ever bold,
I had no choice at all.
She said she wouldn't steal my pen,
Just switch hers for a night.
She waited till I slept and then
Filled my dreams with delight.
I read her words, very next day,
Both head and heart atwirl.
And knew I had to find a way,
To make this gal my girl.
Such is the way our path did start,
Wherein my love was won.
My pen is yours, Gen, as my heart,
Both have been from day one.
Michael R. Anderson
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 01-15-2000).]