My muse claims she valiantly loves me,

My muse claims she valiantly loves me, She peers beyond my emerald eyes and speaks, Those breath-taking, ever sweet words of three, And my vexation's blood rapidly leaks, She bestows upon me Time's changing waves, Grateful I am for my burden she takes, Where's the passion that smelts my bones and veins? My doused heart sadly breaks from this mistake, Squelched in love I not want if she not try, Like Iris in night and Hecate in day, All my grand thoughts are on this: that she might, I've no more words to say, Love's turning grey, My muse loves me as day doth rosey dawn, And I her, as night doth stars, though heat's gone.