Mysterious Muse

A cartridge filled with a horde of shackled emotions, am I, Trifle feelings loiter within me, until she elicits them out, Wizened by time, she knows that otherwise I might turn mordacious... God guides my pen and has assigned her my way, ~ She is the vociferous voice of my heart ~ She knows my malleable moods and masterfully makes magic By weaving whispers into wistful words, ~ She is the byzantine boon of my being ~ With cogent candor she cajoles me to compose poesy, She and I share a companionable camaraderie... In the mystical moondust of Maker's majestic mercy, I acquiesce to her ingenious genius, ~ She is an efficacious eclectic enigma ~ For sometimes, she plays truant tricks, Her surreptitious evanescence is a conspicuous conspiracy, Abandoned, I have to await her august appearance... The soft stardust of her sartorial splendor, Renders me a mere puppet of her puissant prowess, ~ She is a phenomenal Phoenix ~ For she encourages me to endeavor towards excellence, Her alacrity aggrandizes my acumen, Having faith in her fortuitous favour, I flourish... ~ She is my God-given "gift of grace" ~ Her multifarious munificence is a monumental mystery, She has transformed me from a fruitless flibbertigibbet To a fulfilled female fount with her unfailing finesse... ~ She is my mysterious, magnanimous Muse ~ Feeling forever grateful to God for her grandiloquence. 5th January 2023