The Muse

She might live in disbelief

to be imagined so unique

her life is ordinary by name

yet only he can comprehend

 

the beauty in her Grace

his yearning  he must face

alone now forever a wander

for always her love wonder

 

Though the skies will shine

as spring begins its reckoning

the sweet fragrance of memory

will hold his cheek in silence.

 

She speaks of a distant love

where when glancing far away

he will notice the song of a dove

forever reminders, yes, this love.

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