She Is My Muse

She is the beauty I see walk by on the street.
She does not know it yet, but she has a sweet
Smile that will haunt me when I close my eyes.
Even with the tears in her eyes and goodbyes
On her lips, she is still as beautiful as the first
Day I met her. Those well spoken and versed
Words that translates to paper. Her laugher
Is like musical wind chimes. She looks after
Me like my guardian angel, but she does not
Know that she is my muse and light. Her knot
Filled hair makes her more human and she
Is more majestic. I feel like an amateur
Standing next to her and the student next to
The master. She is the best person I knew.