Whose the muse

Whose the muse

Is it your eyes shinning bright, your smile that draws me in, is it the dreams you fill me with and the poems made within

You creep inside my sleepless nights, a poem slowly writes, erotic dreams and fantasies, come to me at night

Stanzas flowing freely, lines, creative forms in rhyme, sent to say your special, as a muse I hope you know you're mine

The muse comes in different forms, formed from the strangest place, you've give me inspiration though I've never touched your face

My muse, my secret inspiration, an incognito bringer of my dreams, a smiles enough for poetry, you're magic so it seems

You can make this broken man feel like he is whole again, with kind words and tenderness he feels you in his brain

So even though you're secret, and we are miles apart, never doubt your special and I mean it from my heart

So carry on smiling, hold the secret that you know, I'll see you tonighy in my dreams and let my poems flow

Ron