I've lost my muse,
I would use the Ocean,
But she's too blue.
Would drown me with her emotions.
I would use the Fire,
But she burns to bright.
Would set my paper a light.
I've lost my muse,
What about the Air..
Well she's too fickle in the things she says.
No writing would get done within the day.
I would use the Earth,
But she takes too long to come up with anything.
By the time she decided what to say, I would be an old man close to Death and his companions.
So my dear, I have chosen you to be my muse.
For you are perfect to me in every single way.
Β©minxyMolly
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