Muse
To my Muse
- I see you in my dreams but you're out there somewhere.
He is beautiful...
Winged like an angel, his voice velvet soft
Wings of downy feathers
Lulling me into slumber with sweet amour
He sparks my imagination, inspiration
And wills me dream honeyed dreams
The smell of his skin...
Flower buds spring open to his delicate touch
with nary reluctance to be seen
He is so incredibly beautiful....
Oval orbs swimming with stars
They bring me stories from the heavens above
So deep they be
Full of majestic wonder
He steals my breath
With every syllable he utters
Rouged lips that demand my attention
I would give him my heart
If only I had another
Because he is my muse.
posted by Kailah-M @ 5:05 PM
5 Comments:
....aAAa...i c u r a hypocrite - jst as u say. but my!!! wht a sweet poem!!!ur poem is as beautiful as ur 'muse'!!!u seriously need to consider a writing career rather than a science 1 tho ur gd at dat 2. u cld be like the most famous poet of our generation, like the next shakesphere or milton!! im serious :) well done! i congratulate u on ur good work!!
Thanks! *Blushes* that was very nice of you but you just over estimate me.
No, off-crs nt!!! in fact u underestimate urself!!!
My god ur so gd 2 of my m8s r literacy genious's
luc sunswirling (C)xXx
u are just tooooooo nice, i know its good, but i'm not a lit genious thank you.
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