She is life, music, art.
She is the very essence of inspiration.
Her laugh sounds like a natural song, occurring hand in hand with every masterpiece that is her smile.
The eyes she was blessed with, they bewitch all who gaze upon them, a phantom caress on your soul as she watches you, drinks you in.
She is the origin of the word obsession, her curse blessing those who surround her.
She is my muse & I, the humble artist who she inspires.
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PoetryPoetry I have written when the urge strikes me. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 😊
