My Muse Described
Fair of hair and soft pale skin
Never know what mood she’s in.
Sparkling eyes and soft full lips
Always leaves me rhyming tips
Filling my soul with words so sweet
No greater friend could you ever meet
Fickle one, who left me here
Abandoned me to drown in fear
We use to share our joys and dreams
You filled my mind with wondrous schemes
Will you ever come again
And write with me my wandering friend?