The Muse

notapoet

Vision of thy beauty

Elicits voyeuristic tendencies

Within my mind’s eye

 

Thy form instills artistic impulses

As my hands sculpt thy likeness

With emotional accuracy

 

To my lips I add the song

Written to the music that is emanated

With every movement of thy being.

 

My muse of life and love

Come sit for me once more

So that I may cover my final mental canvas

With the blood and tears of my heartache

 

And alas I shall write my final sonnet

In reverence to thy splendor

And my mortal sin to covet thee

 

  • Author: notapoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2016 07:34
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 18
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    THANKS NAP ~ A beautifully written poem carrying mixed messages of Pain & Passion. Thanks for sharing ~ please check my latest poem ~ Yours BRIAN

  • Tony36

    Awesome write



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.