A Muse, a Rose, the same

A Muse, a Rose the same

From out of nowhere inspiration strikes deep inside my brain, it's all i seem to think about and now my lifes not quite the same

From a simple interaction, or something you have said, sparks off a poem, that grows inside my head

So with Quill in hand, from in my heart, my stanzas start to flow, I can see you in them but I need to let you know

But how can I be so very sure, so plain for you
to see, that you are my secret muse, it's you that inspires me

Can I put in a secret code, that only my muse would know, something only we have shared, a clue to her I'd throw

Maybe something I've read from her, some story, pic or rhyme, something she sent privately, a secret sent through time

So when she reads my poem, it would be as plain as a day, she would see herself clearly, for this I hope and pray

Without the world knowing, she's like is a stunning perfect Rose, whilst strugging in a garden of weeds, I still see her beauty grow

So my special secret muse, my rhyme is near an end, I hope it makes you smile as you read, my very special friend

Ron