My Muse
A true source of inspiration...
The laying source of the existence of the soul,
My undying affection,
The only thing of significance.
Hold be true that I care for you.
True to my word, I am lost without you.
I am only the quarter to the whole,
And you make more than the rest.
Become my greater ambition!
The light that radiates the joy
Unbounded by the love I share.
Bless me with every molecule of your presence.
Your eyes show me a golden path of fulfillment
Making the commitment for eons.
Your hair waves a fragrant ripple through my body
Singing with the weight that we wait.
My skin is tough without your tempest touch;
My eyes bag without a spot of your beauty;
My mind is burnt without a thought of you in it,
But my love holds as strong as the last day we met.
The angel of my compassion sent the message...
Will the invitation remain blank?
I wait for your return into my arms yet again.
My darling you are my relief and my burden.
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