My Muse My Wind of Love
My muse is the wind
that blows my life...
she fills my soul
with tender charms...
she makes me a lion
with management presence of lioness...
She supports me with her
wisdom, and with enviable
ability dispels my fears...
Yet she watches me constantly,
I just agree and submit,
I listen to her advice...
I follow her movements similar to
flag in the wind...
She makes me live and I confess:
I don't live without
her sortileges... !
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