If I May Be That Birome

My beloved has a pen,

It's ever with my man,

My comrade's hand ever wraps the splendid pen,

He never let it down,

I think he is enchanted by the adorable pen,

He never is a single jiffy without that glorious pen,

He may be a poet, I think,

His hands ever scribble never-ending,

I jealous on that blessed pen, but for none,

Just be with him, wraps me into his arm,

If I may be that great pen,

I don't let him to depicts his emotions,

But I pour my instincts about him,

Ever stay in his shirt pocket and heard his heartbeat music.