Her

My muse doesn’t understand my poems She just likes to hear me speak You give her a flower and a gentle smile And she starts to dance through my eyes You flirt a tiny bit Slowly hold her hand She’ll show you heaven She’ll show you the brightest corners of the moon Look into her eyes, you’ll no longer speak of gloom She walks on sunsets, the night stars worship her cicatrices When I talk to the skies they tell me that the rainbows dance to her laugh Jason forgot about the fleece when he saw the quater of her half She continues to mesmerise me Hades left the underworld Persephone sowed her flowers Even Aphrodite loathes me now For only hers is the nectar, I devour. I taste ‘Dolce Far Niente’ as I inhale her moonlike skin He hates me for my wrongs She’s the only right I’ve ever done If I were to fight Hydra for her Hercules could have never won And I’d give her the world, I really would But the world doesn’t know me. Between my sun and moon it’s only her who ever stood.