Ballad (19)

Sweet angel, muse- A priceless gem
Far more than I can say.
She is unique: My dreams condemn
This mage to her fool play.

I wish I could give muse desire
And fulfill all her dreams.
Thought of her brings my passions fire,
And her smile soul redeems.

A rose each morning, and a kiss
To wake her with sun's rise:
A chance for smile I would not miss,
Nor sight of her sweet eyes.

I would hold muse, and let lips trace
Her neck, and down each arm:
I'd rub her feet, and kiss her face,
And keep always from harm.

She is one I would offer all
Of self, to that smile win.
I need only her wish to fall
In love, and world would spin.

Yet, can I make dreams real? She holds
The key, to dreams unseal:
I know only that desire folds
Future round thoughts I feel.

                                                         10 Aug 2003