Don't Fight It, Just Write It

I couldn't wait 'til one-o-five (105) My pen's still very much alive I cannot stop the words, they flow I've tried to but I can't say no When thoughts of you go 'round my head I have to get them out instead Of keeping them locked up inside Another poem I won't hide But wonder I so very much If you still like these poems, such A joy they've been to write for you But do you like them? You used to Morning, afternoon, and night All my thoughts of you I write I keep them foldered in "archive" This pen's still very much alive