The Muse

The vision of thy beauty

Elicits voyeuristic tendencies

Within my mind’s eye


thy form instills artistic impulses

As my hands sculpt your likeness

With emotional accuracy


To my lips I add the song

Written to the music that is emanated

With every movement of thy being.


My muse of life and love

Come sit for me once more

So that I may cover my final mental canvas

With the blood and tears of my heartache


And alas I shall write my final sonnet

In reverence to thy splendor


And my mortal sin to covet thee

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