The curious curve, the line
slow rise and fall
the fluid strokes
We discover the passion
the beauty found
the rhythm
Two parts touching, as one
by themselves
they are of no value
Just a simple tenuous touch
behold, the power held
envision with me a world
without end
The sensuous art of communication
The glory of the Pen and Paper
Creating a fluid window
to the heart, to the mind
a balm for the sentient soul
Designed, to be experienced
with each stroke
Realized, for all eternity
with each line
You, are my Pen
I, am your Paper
Touch
Me...
