Love Is My Muse
What if love is my muse,
and you are the rosy
red poem in my soul?
Will you lead
my ink to feel
your warm air—
thaw hail in
this iced mind?
When dim rays
fall as pale hues.
I sit and gaze
at the calm
halo of the moon,
in your sky from afar.
I seek for a silk sign,
to feel the echo of your
sigh near me.
So when the
last leaf does wilt,
I will rest my pen,
and seal my eyes,
to read you like fine
art in a gold book
of firm vows.
But what if the heat
of hurt sets
fire to the
navy blue page
of this tale?
Will the seas then
ease my pain?
or will I be lost,
as I fade like a grey star,
from dust of hazy dusk?
Can this song be the
tune to your life?
For I miss you more than
any cues can tell.
Yet when you are gone,
your name will
be my last sigh,
and this love will glow
like the sun that will rise
amid cold onyx rain.
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