The Pen Is My Strength

I'm going to wish having someone like you, Everything doesn't make sense about me, Thunder strikes,...all things fall apart, Renovation takes place,and yet still there come cracks, Over past years that I've being searching for something good, Pls,don't count it as best of lighting fire on me;the head is not certain for coals, Should I stand peeping through a window,only to spotlight a glittering material? The charisma is limited, Where exactly will be suitable to excavate what I sought for? Hmm...,we both know much about me,...when it feels like I'm losing a taste, It sounded in my ears,"don't leave me paled", Where do I have to go? Step into my creative actions, I mean what I call,'recipe for lifetime', "Tell me about your dedications, Show me to your parents; All is to add my name to yours, You proudly have an eon of time, Don't think of a recession", Before,show me a side of you? Questions I'm blowing in air, You've scored me relevant knowledge, Gaining much important gift after what I missed, Problems of life never stop smiling at me, But what you're to me is a vital remedy, At the end of it all,...I wish to have a child;very credible and perpetual, It's logical when I get your hands around me, Kissing your lips, Watching the face;eyeball to eyeball, Then we both enter into a room of jokes and happiness, Approve me though,...I don't know your criteria, Treat me like a slave,..live to see our glory, Let's dig gems together;for I'm the hidden odd, The pen is my strenght, Give me a scroll to write you my agility and illumination, Since we've got each other,love then sings to everybody.