Always The Artist, Never The Muse

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.