MY MUSE
Listen to the mirror,
it makes no error
nor show any lie
to the looking eye.
Stars from mars,
Sunlight in the night
The moon at moon will emerge
To witness me taste your tasty love.
I long to caress with a sweet touch
your soft hidden heart
if it be within my reach.
Like the impression of happiness,
I yearn to make you smile
And soften the tensions of sadness.
You delightful sight
Of pure perfection,
Display petals of your might.
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