My pen is my treasure
I hold it as my heritage
It is the glare of my memory
I inherited it from my father
In war time it is my weapon
I employ it against my enemy
In peace time it is my love
I romance with it in my dreams
In loneliness it is my companion
It shelters me from winds of boredom
Regis
Best wishes, Diana...
ET
Ron
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
with warmth and passion and that 'touch'
john