Coffee on the left and she's on my right,
A moment in time when black turns to white.
Countless souls but nothing like hers,
A soul which shone on my life,
On a life that was dim;
The one who rewrote my story,
The nib, my companion, my identity;
Evoked feelings are well hidden in me,
Shook it to shape into a complete soul.
For many, a pen may be one of the bare things ;
But, for me, she's given me my wings.
Ugh! My insane mind won't rest!
Flooded with your memories
I told my pen to stop,
Yet, that ink betrayed me once again!