The Ink of Love

If the ink of love runs dry,
I’ll still keep writing.
Knowing that each word I write,
will be my last token.

The pen of my heart,
will never give up.

So I still write,
I still sing,
I still wait,
For fate to find,
The pages of my life,
The chapters of my soul,
The truths I cannot hide,
Cause this pen never lies.

The winds of time will bring,
my heartbeats to a still.

But the words will
never fade,
as they of dreams were made.

I hope one day you’ll find,
The words I leave behind.
The words I leave behind.
The words I leave behind.

‘The Ink of Love’