The Muse

There’s a missing piece in my life.
Maybe it’s you, the one I wrote about.
The one who gives the type of love that leaves no room for doubt.
We all just need to be held.
You are the one I want.
I have no need for poetry when I have your touch.
I have no need for poetry when I have your love.
Please tell me once again that you’ll be mine.
I will never know anything more beautiful than the feelings that I have for you.
I want to see the world in your eyes.
I want to see the world through your eyes.
I want your lips to wear my smile.
You are the ink in my poems.
You are the ink that my pen bleeds.
You are the stars in my starry night sky.
My eyes have been barbed by sorrow.
These eyes keep reflecting a heart burdened and ravaged by pain.
The garden in my concrete heart yearns for rain.
Because of the muse who has me writing again.

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