Pen pusher

Once i pick a pen up,
i cannot put it down.
I have to write a poem,
about the love we,ve found.
I wish it was so easy,
to lay that pen aside.
But i pick it straight up again,
believe me i have tried.
I will have to give up trying,
writing poems seems to be.
far to addictive,
there is no cure for me.
As long as you say you love me,
my words will continue to flow.
And its through my words,
that our love will grow.