Roots of the Immortal Muse

To immortalize myself for my own sake is mad

That’s why I write of you, my only muse, so that

Perhaps the joy and captivation you do seed in me

Will spread like graceful wildfire

Take hold in the ink

Sink deep in the hearts of anyone that reads

Though you’ll never mean to them what you do mean to me

You are the sea, you are the sky

All beyond, between

You’re my sweet everything

My pain, my shame, my greed

If indeed fate was less cruel

You truly would be mine

Not simply some stray, lovely thought

Immortally on mind

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