Oh how delicate is my sweet muse
Her eyes that shine as suns
Her lips that pour out words of wise
As frequently as the river runs
Her grace and beauty leave,
The noble swan in awe-
Pondering how it may be-
As loved and free as she
But none can compare to her!
No aura black her presence!
She is the contrast to ALL flaws!
Future Past and Present
My music sings!
With Ebb n’ Flow
My flute, it sounds!
Come hear me blow!
My plays are live!
The acting real
My words are right!
The works surreal
Oh muse!
Who has blessed me,
So profoundly in so many ways!
Do no leave!
Forever stay!
For without you Hell, would lash it’s teeth
And tear apart!
My poems and leids-
Burn the thoughts inside my mind!
Tear at my throat!
And leave me blind!
My Angel, My Lover,
My Teacher, My Friend
My Muse,
My muse,
Until the End…
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