My muse as graceful as a daisy
It moves so fast it makes me hazy
The life it holds so strong and pure
There is nothing so obscure
No one No's what it withholds
But it's inspiring wants it unfolds
It reveals itself as a lovely girl
as daziling as a pink pearl
My muse I have found you
and your eyes a deep blue
Who may you be?
How I have waited for your Arrival.
But you eyes making this moment so tribal. Why such a look upon this such a face?
My muse is mute, but still as well cute . Dazziling by sight
A nightmare at night. My muse is no longer graceful
The sight before me is very distasteful
What has happend to the light inside
I guess my muse was not meant to be unwinded.