My Muse
In the silent chapters of life's intricate book
My love returned, a second chance, a new look
So here I stand, my pen in hand
Grateful for the inspiration, he brought so grand
He left me once, taking my inspiration
How I missed him, an impossible situation
Him being my muse who ignited my poetic flame
He is my guiding star, my everlasting aim
Our verses spun from love and grace
I found inspiration in his sacred space
He became the ink that colored my quill
In his verses, I found my heart's true thrill
Through the pages of life, our story was told
A tale of resilience, both young and old
His words, a melody, a lyrical embrace
Guiding my pen in an eloquent trace
The ink flows anew, a vibrant stream
Fueled by the return of my inspiring dream
Together we write, in harmony and rhyme
Rekindling the spirit, a dance in time
With him by my side, my ink takes flight
A duet of souls weaving dreams in the night
He, the muse returned a radiant source
Breathing life into my verses he’s my guiding force
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