(Written in summer 2018 for Austin).
"My Muse" is not a title,
I'd give to just anyone.
Being one has a tight role,
Of a thousand blinding suns.
You seem to fit this part just fine, though.
My muse you are, so let it be so.
"My Lover" is not a caption,
That I throw around cozily.
A word complete with wisdom,
The lover of divine honesty,
Is what you are, no skeptics nor fears,
Would come between us, no never here.
"My Everything" is a symbol,
Of pure and just amnesty,
You fit the pitch of mere goals.
A sharp view of casualty,
Before you my life was vacant space.
Without a purpose, with a petty face.
You came to me, subtly,
A bold steed of ecstasy,
I wish I'd had chivalry,
Fell short of exemplary.
But you love me without defection.
A noble lesson of affection.
I can't bear to think of life,
Without my future husband.
That's you, my muse, my light.
I made my castle of sand.
A tower of blissful decadence.
My life with you is my evidence.
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Pain Reconciled by Love
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