Waterman Carene Poem by Ibn Ali

I bought a Waterman Carene
And inked it well and wet
Sat back and thought of every joy
My every last regret
I stroked my beard and bit my nails
Whilst staring at the page
The culmination of highs and lows
Were confined in your name
I placed the pen firm on the desk
To further reminisce
Sat back and stroked my temple
To put my playful thoughts to bed
I sighed, stared, blankly, scared,
Tried to pen words to paint the hurt
To exhume the carcass of our love
In a manner most deserved
I stood and paced, sat up then leaned
Leaned further back, sat straight back up
I smiled, grinned, frowned then smiled and scowled
I've still to write a single word
Or a drop of ink lay down