Lend Me Thy Pen

If I can just borrow one of your pens So my own lines, would, at least, make some sense To create rhythms that are clear, and not dense Be able to inspire with no offense I shall be proud when the pen's scrawling ends. Write what brings peace to emotional tides Words that the soul, to natures call abides All of worldly worries, one set asides Releasing the turmoil that one hides As the reader through lines of a verse rides A line in a poem to connect the minds Though its words be fragile still hearts it binds So as to heal the loneliness that grinds Even far away, a soulmate one finds With your pen I'll search for a word that winds If you can just lend me one of your pens So my lines would, to my friends, make some sense And share my heart to them clear and intense Without the mistake of making offense I'll be fulfilled when the pen's scrawling ends.