This paper is blank
Except for blue lines
And a lonely red margin off to the side.
It has no words, no scribbles nor ink,
No doodles or stories or caricatures.
It is an empty page.
A lonely, blank sheet
In a book full of notes.
So I give the page life,
I’ll give it a soul!
I’ll fill it with scribbles, and notes,
And doodles, and ink!
Alone no longer those lines will be,
Homes to letters and words.
And this one page, no longer empty, now holds something the others do lack.
I have granted this page a heart.
