Victoria Is My Muse

Victoria is my muse, I can't get her off of my mind Refreshed by a vivid elegance with sun glowing golden hair She is like no other, enchanting my mortal mind A wonder if she is softer than the finest veil Love and lust winging in my heart Purloining the sweetest breath within me She has the aptitude to be one's manna and leaven Unknowingly having a desirous presence As I become the passionate one Formulating a scripture of my romantic heart She can be the luminescence of a drab morning Refining a brighter dawning She is like a aubade Victoria is my muse Like an astronomer gazing upon astral stardust and divine dark matter Like a portraitist illustrating a blissful scenery Constantly dreaming of a mere taste of her kiss To be in a state where I can immerse in her light Feeling her compassion flowing through me Embracing the heavenly anatomy that I fantasize To be in harmony with the gift of a precious love Dreams like these cradle me in my sleep But once awake a feeling of dissatisfaction unravels Desires of burning can not deliver me from yearning Whilst time can't stop the curiosity that has been built inside Wanting her love, compassion, devotion, time, and ardor Victoria is my muse