My Muse
She glides as she moves
Through rooms with no other
Shines and she glows
Steels without cause, without meaning,
Not a thought
No desire No fear No straying off track
My muse she is written my rhyme has come back
She is striking to many
Yet visible to few
My muse she is haunting
Though her purpose is true
Her name is like angels
Her stare is like rain
Her hand holds forever
Her words will remain
When her rhyme leaves you empty
Leaves you thirsting for more
You will question your feeling
You will always adore
While my muse keeps me focused
Keeps me begging a call
My muse she is mine
Though not really she is all
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