The Crush, A Collaboration
Oh, to be loved by a poet
To be the poem that ignited their pride
To be the one who offers no end to inspiration
To be seen, not only by eyes but by heart and soul
Oh, to be loved by an artist
To be the one that lightens their eyes
To be the one they create with, musing with such care
Oh, to be loved by the writer
To be the meaning behind their words
To have them read to all, but written by me
These are all such silly little thoughts
Why would a poet love someone like me?
Why would an artist love someone like me?
Yet, to be loved by a poet, artist, or writer
To be the one who sparks the joy in what they do
I would never die; I’d live a thousand lives!
I am ethereal, one of a kind!
I’m a sight for sore eyes.
No wonder they have a crush on me!
Oh, to find a poet like me
To be a muse, inspire, kindle their pen
To be the one they come to for help and encouragement
To be connected always by heart, soul and spirit
Oh, artist paint me beautiful
To be a sublime exquisite dream
To be that divine creation that inspires your path
Oh, could you write of me writer
To be the one to embolden words
To let words of me bleed from your pen on white
These wild thoughts are but my fantasy
Why would a poet or writer need me?
Why would a glorious artist need me?
But, I yearn for love of poet, artist and writer
To be lover and friend, and source of joyfulness
I would always exist in poems and in art !
I would be that forever eternal!
I'm the sparkle they love.
And now the world has a crush on me!
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Constance La France
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