Muse: by Me
When we met, I grew fond of you, With time, I began to love you.
Oh my goodness.
I saw you for you and everything
You gave me.I saw you in the sun, I felt you in the rain.
It was as if shot by cupids arrow.
I wanted to be near you again.
I wrote sentences for you.
Words I was scared to utter, yet with you they flowed like water.Your curly hair, big brown eyes, imperfect teeth, skin with marks of untold tales. All made whole and perfect for my inspiration.
If I was a poet no doubt you'd be the poet, the artist, the art, the musician the lyrics.
You were my muse.
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