Muse as Lover

I think of her while music’s in the air
And wine is fresh upon my tempted tongue
I need to hold my muse, to touch her hair
Erotically, her song will still be sung
By me, her lover, by the words I feel
I take her to the edge of beauty’s pain
The words she gives me there are more than real
The strength I show her there is not in vain
She knows my love for her is not just verse
She knows my strength is hers and holds her fast
Like better love remains through life that’s worse!
Or lovers find the present through the past
The love that ties and binds us as a pair
Will go beyond the words I want to share.

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