If I were a poet

If I were a poet
and you were a muse,
I would want the
whole world to be blind,

in ways that I love
to wear humility,
my heart, and no one
would ever see you cry,

If I were the muse
and you were the poet,
I would want your
finest Latin tongue,

to display an oration
through fine correlation,
in seeing you, and know
where the courage is from,