Muse
I looked to the sky and asked for beams of the moon,
Hoping that they'd be delivered unto me soon.
But it seemed as though as soon as I turned my head,
I received not a moonbeam but a bright star instead.
The way she so casually moves aside her hair
From her soft blue-green eyes reminds me that I care
Only for her, my magnificent muse,
And now that she's here, I'm no longer confused
About the mysteries of life: feelings and love.
She's honestly more than I could've ever dreamed of.
So whenever I think of her, every time,
I raise my eyes to the sky and thank God that she's mine.
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