Golden Muse by Melissa Arel
Weep not, golden muse
Your sonnet eyes know loves written verse
Where bliss steals kisses and death sees life
In a poets rhyme.
I would touch lips with poetrys bard
If such writing was mine to love
But that angel silhouette we drank
Was empty of its sculptured passion.
Oh, how your canvas turns at every sigh
And I am bound by its masterpiece.
01/22/2005 Author's Note:
Posted on 01/25/2005 Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
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