Pen Poem

Who is that woman with the fountain pen?
I can see she has style, it's a piston and when
She puts nib onto paper I can see how it flows
Should I speak or just wonder at ink, pen and prose

Who is that woman with the fountain pen?
When she writes I smell violets, so subtle and then
When she smiles I see clearly she knows how to flex
Line on line, curve on curve, she knows how to perplex.