Victoria Is My Muse
Victoria is my muse, I can't get her off of my mind
Refreshed by a vivid elegance with sun glowing golden hair
She is like no other, enchanting my mortal mind
A wonder if she is softer than the finest veil
Love and lust winging in my heart
Purloining the sweetest breath within me
She has the aptitude to be one's manna and leaven
Unknowingly having a desirous presence
As I become the passionate one
Formulating a scripture of my romantic heart
She can be the luminescence of a drab morning
Refining a brighter dawning
She is like a aubade
Victoria is my muse
Like an astronomer gazing upon astral stardust and divine dark matter
Like a portraitist illustrating a blissful scenery
Constantly dreaming of a mere taste of her kiss
To be in a state where I can immerse in her light
Feeling her compassion flowing through me
Embracing the heavenly anatomy that I fantasize
To be in harmony with the gift of a precious love
Dreams like these cradle me in my sleep
But once awake a feeling of dissatisfaction unravels
Desires of burning can not deliver me from yearning
Whilst time can't stop the curiosity that has been built inside
Wanting her love, compassion, devotion, time, and ardor
Victoria is my muse
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