Poetry

Beloved Muse (#563)

Anything else my beloved muse?
Stingy isn’t something of you I accuse,
When you give you give in abundant full,
Your power over me has such bold pull,
And yet I wonder why you visit me,
When there are so many others to see,
Could someone else not speak for you?
Why is it me that you speak through?
Perhaps mine is not to question why,
Forgive me if I tend too much to pry,
For I accept that it is I you choose,
Anything else my beloved muse?

Any Thoughts?

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