Aa Harvey

Forever continued

Forever continued

All artists are searching for a Muse,

To inspire their love for their work.

So I must love my Muse,

Each and every time.

Even though this to you,

May seem to lessen my love’s light,

This is not true;

For I still hurt and bruise,

After each time they stamp on my heart.

But still I stand here telling you all my weak points.

Do you me believe yet? I believe in you.

I must go now,

To tell more true words of being blue;

But some poems are as endless as my love for you…

They could be forever continued.