Walking with my muse on my shoulder.
Spiritually kissed with words of prose.
Her shadow part of me,
Composing in fields of coming tomorrows.
When the quill awakens my soul.
Shining through the lines on poetry.
Embracing her femininity.
Serenity of nature's trees and vines.
Nurtures my sincerity on climbing trellises,
as winds blow.
Sighing on breeze.
Scribing the beauty of our mortality.
No other can take away.
Sun halos in her hair.
I am blessed and secured.
My love on my shoulder,
whispering in my ear.
Embracing life... so dear.
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