A Muse Called Love
The want of love’s the muse that moves my heart
and generates the verse that grows within,
an unrequited flame that does impart
sweet sentiments that flow into my pen.
The muse of my emotion is desire
a longing for the love way out afar,
verses to suppress the raging fire
and dreams to still be wished upon a star.
I think on love and I begin to write
of fantasy and fact combined unique.
The idea of romance does so excite.
The poem becomes a daydream now concrete.
I’d write a thousand sonnets about love
and paste them all across the silver sky
if God would only answer from above
and send to me that very special guy.
7/28/2020
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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