To the Muse who guides me.
Once, I cast about in futility
searching for a pure heart
determined to acquire love
one worthy of my part.
Seemingly without notice
the love I so desired
was already in my universe
a friend that I’d acquired
Both beautiful and courageous
she’d been through fire and flame
a heart that longed for loving
but, I withdrew to my shame.
For, I felt I wasn’t worthy
to claim this lady’s heart
and broken hearted I retired
to give her future better start.
I wailed in the years that followed
disgusted, I’d given up
and dining on the hateful taste
I ate ashes for my sup.
Somehow the light kept burning
through years she wasn’t there
and with my poor heart hurting
I discovered she still cared.
Now, I am trying vainly
to rekindle her hearts trust
too many tears had passed by
and I knew I couldn’t rush
Two years have passed now, slowly
and again I feel the call
her heart is somehow beckoning
and once again I fall.
So, here’s to my hearts perfection
this gorgeous, lovely one
Misty MyChelle, darling one
the rising, setting sun.
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