Kym saw a pen that had already flown,
A honeyed beauty no longer her own.
So into the workshop the lathe spun once more,
To craft her a sister — but not quite before.
 
A touch more generous, fuller in hand,
Still shaped with care only makers understand.
With ambercomb depths and antique gold gleam,
It hums like a hive in a midsummer dream.
 
Not a copy, not a clone, not simply “the same”,
But a one-of-a-kind pen with its own rightful name.
Made especially for Kym, by hand and by heart,
A matching companion… yet its own work of art.