The Owl, The Ring, The Pen, And My Heart Poem by Enchanting Owl

The night is young and wonderful; it is full of surprises and plights.
As the owl flew gallantly and silently with might,
Rested beside me, looking like a gigantic, proud statue.
It understood my tranquility and prudence, 'cause I'm always drowning in blue.

Time moved like a river. A year later, as I passed the old oak tree,
I found an emerald ring, and I was so in glee.
T'was so captivating and small as a squeaking vole,
Like a sad pair of eyes looking deep through my unquenchable and unbothered soul.

Another decade passed, I entered the majestic house of the arts.
The place awed and jawed me, and I don't know where to start.
I looked at the pen across the room; it got my attention.
I wanted it badly, I walked towards it with strong and sounding captivation.

A century flowed fast, and I went to the valley of eternal.
I felt empty; something was missing. Was this normal?
Could not fathom the spirit filled with inquisitiveness.
This became equivocally constant: I'm missing a heart; I felt less and less.

After a millennium streamed, like the sole pages of my lifetime,
I saw the proud owl wearing a heart. It made a dime.
Also, the pen was making the ring greener; I saw you there.
With your pair of brown eyes, you have everything I wanted. The truth I have to bear.

Life is full of twist and turn, and you also stood there with someone else,
Offering the owl, the ring, the pen, your heart with spells.
That is when I realized that it hurts to know and love you.
Knew I was not the one, and you'd already given it to someone, so I flew.