~Be my Inspiration~

Where have you gone, oh my muse of yesteryear?
Have I so shunned your warm embrace,
That you would rather keep a gift so dear
Than to bestow it upon my feather's grace?

Again my soul is conquering paradise,
Has braced the storm which once brought pain,
Has felt its winds which once closed my eyes,
To see...but not the same.

Without your inspiration my simple soul cannot express...
...For all I am is who I am,
Nothing more, and nothing less.

Again my dreams are filled with touch and sound,
Of gasps of breath and eyes submit,
Of lips so soft, and hands are bound,
To enchanted gleams, which warm my wit.

Come and fill my palette with the hues of prose,
Come and help me mix the shades of verse,
For once again I shall paint the gilded rose,
To live its love but not its curse.

Come; be my inspiration, for my simple heart cannot express,...
...That all I am is who I am,
Nothing more, and nothing less.


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