My Muse
"Come fluttering words,
Come drifting words to me . . .”
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Come tell me of her daydreams
Come tell her deep desires
Come give me just a hint or two
Before my chance expires
Come tell me how her skin feels
As it brushes your pink petals
Come tell me of her beauty
Before my heartbeat settles
Come tell me what she smells like
When she’s that close to you
Come tell me if I have a chance
To win her heart so true
Come tell me what she’s thinking
I pray it is of me
Come voices of the flowers
You’re my muse to be
Mike Dailey 7/17/11 9:44PM
For Constance’s contest – What is she thinking
4th place finish in contest
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2011
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