I\'m a poet,
I write about people I love
More than I care to admit.
I write things I don\'t have the courage to say out loud ,
I whisper things I wish I could shout.
But as I write,
A thought crosses my mind,
Being someone\'s muse is something I\'d never find.
Whoever would write about me?
Or render my face?
Or capture my features with grace.
Oh , to be loved by an artist,
It\'s something I yearn for, if I\'m being honest.
Would someone write about me the way I did for them?
Or is that the kind of love I\'d never see?
It is truly a honour ,
To be the inspiration of someone\'s artistic realm.
I guess I can only wait and hope,
That one day,
I\'ll be the insight of someone\'s artistic stories told.