A Gifted Pen

If I gave you a pen as a gift from my heart to write me the words of a song, one I might hum to a soft ballad strum and knew you’d be singing along? Would you sing it to me till the last of our days with the Spring morning heart of a wren? I want to know how the heart truly glows from the soul of a gifted pen. If I gave you a pen as a gift from my heart to write about how we might live, of all we would care to stay faithful in prayer and all of the love we would give? Would the faith we display till the last of our days be the strength of a hundred men? I want to know how the heart truly glows from the soul of a gifted pen. Someday I’ll show what it feels like to know the soul of a gifted pen When it’s written the life of the happiest wife who laughs till she cries now and then From the kiss I blew to a wishful moon to someday count for when I’d finally know the warmhearted glow of the soul of a gifted pen If I gave you a pen as a gift from my heart to write about how this will end, a love story told as the ages of old how we found a love needing a friend? Would our happiness known till the last of our days be the envy of all mortal men? I want to know how the heart truly glows from the soul of a gifted pen.