Paper-pen: The untold love story

The pen was there for me,
When the society shunned.
It saw my anguish in flames,
When people thought me burnt.
In the times I got soaked,
My snug body fitted into a blue blanket.
Oh how cosy it felt,
To have someone to always love.
We had our fights too,
Words filled with venom and mirth.
We always made up,
For I was his soul as he was mine.
In the wrinkles of my face,
Lie our lives open,yet concealed.
In the layers of trust and care,
Pen made me alive for real.
I love you sweetheart,
Without you,my life would be empty.
I thank you for being my companion,
A beacon of light in the dark tunnel.