please my muse

Its getting colder day and night
Waking up is such a fight,
The old routine came up again
On to our work come sun or rain,
I hope one thing will never change
And that my muse won’t get estrange,
Cause The only comfort that I got
After the bed out in the cold,
Is to think what I should write
So that I make my girl’s day bright,
Something funny something new
To keep her thoughts out of the blue,
Hope to see her smile sometime
While I am reading her a rhyme,
Sitting down or my knees
As long as her face shows the please.