My muse, my sweet muse, it is what you do

To share all of your love with me, daily.

It means all the world to me, hitherto

While I breathe so softly, just barely.

As love does blossom, and does daily grow

Two hearts to become so intertwined.

My thanks, for possibilities that show

A true heart of love, to one day be mine.

So much worth in thoughts that I can now hear,

Brings unsurmountable joy in my verse.

The thought of you, my muse, my dear,

No love could be sweeter, albeit worse

Than all of your heart, such a giving.

I give my muse my life, all my living.

08/06/2008

Posted on 08/06/2008
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