My Muse

I don’t know how I know, but I’ve no doubt
Your words are more familiar than my voice
My pleasant feelings permeate without
The source of knowing, maybe it’s a choice
Of course I want to choose the way I feel
I’d be a fool to give it up or quit
I’ll hold your heart because I know it’s real
Without your heart, my words devolve to shit
I know I like the way we talk at night
I know I like it more than I can say
When whispers in your ear will not seem trite
And night will not just be the end of day
I won’t allow my words to ever cease
My thoughts of you will always bring me peace.

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