The Pen Needs Some Rest

Incessantly he thinks and thinks
Deeper and deeper his heart sinks.
He still doesn't know what went wrong, and
Thinks about her all day long.
It's certainly difficult to move on;
To forget the days that had gone.
He has neither seen her
Nor has he heard her.
But her thoughts make him soar,
Lifting his feet off the floor.
Pondering deeply in the quiet
Has made him a romantic poet.
But he now puts his pen to rest,
To resume thinking about her.