My Muse and Other Muses

I break my heart in two, To share love that should be yoked. Literature is my first child, my job is the adopted. If one is lost, I placed all hopes on the other. If both keen to stay, I will forever cherish whatever love they shower. All I need from both is the ease of livelihood; The joy should fill me to the brim. Though I write with right, I don't want to cut the left. I wish my writings can leave my brains to my pocket so I can get the beautiful things of life, I wish my pockets can buy me the brains that will get me going on the path I thrive. My muse and my other muses are infused with my wishes and my silent prayers. Larry_Beryl