Ballad (17)

My muse is beauty- flower sweet
That blossoms in my heart.
I wish I could these miles defeat,
And with kiss verses start.

I would from passion form my line
And rhyme from her replies.
An epic would from touch refine,
And lyric from her eyes.

Yet, I worship muse from afar,
And ask only her smile.
She offers me enough - A star
To guide dreams, for a while.

It is not easy, to resist
My muse: As moth, I fly:
Heedless of flame, in dream I've kissed,
And satisfied, I die.

Her eyes draw me, and seal my fate:
I cannot from muse flee.
I must be plain, and dreams relate,
And let her hear my plea.

I ask for all I might, but know
I have no claim, nor chance.
I hold but in dream: Yet, dreams show
What I seek in romance.

                                        03 Aug 2003