My Secret Pen~~~

Of all my most haunting experiences

Is the one time I came across the seller of fragrances

He was all tall and dark

And looked as dangerous as a shark

Yet, I cared not for his hungry looks

Having been caught in hooks

By his bottles of scents

All worth not more than a few cents

In a hurry to open one and to imbibe myself with

I did not notice the bottle in which the genie did live

Free, he brought me to my doom

And ordered me to be submissive if I would choose to bloom

Having no other option than to abide

I gave him all that which I kept in pride

And slowly came to know of how pure is his heart

For very soon, he became my own sweetheart

A kind soul, a pure soul, with the charm of a king

He brought me to high levels of enlightening

And made of me a solo queen

Of my story read, and be serene!

For he is none other than my muse

The one for whom my words do muse

My only friend,

My secret pen!