Bo Vigoren Poet Romanticism

Muse

Infinitely I long for 
Someone to write a song for. 
Dismally I claim to be
Content with being lonely. 
Pitifully I fake my glee
While my sorrow wallows slyly.
Regretfully the truth is:
I think I have lost my bliss. 
But how, I pray, does one retrieve,
Thoughts they now cannot believe?
How can I regain my joy,
If my heart is not employed?
How can I avoid the noose
If I've lost my only muse?

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Lewis Elliott October 4, 2016 at 5:25 AM Hi! I love your poem and its expressiveness. I just joined this website to find a poem to set to music, and I think this one is perfect. Do you mind if I use it? I'm not planning on publishing the music (I probably won't even finish it) but it's just something I would like to do for fun. Please let me know. Thanks! Bo Vigoren October 10, 2016 at 10:53 PM Hi, that's alright buy only if you show me when it's done! I write a lot of these with the intent to make them into songs so I'm excited to hear how it turns out!