Muse

A Poem by JEngele

She's a muse

Her delicate features launched a thousand brush strokes
A bat of an eyelash has you on a whim

Your dedication knows no bounds
Warm affection flows and surrounds

A proud display you emanate
This is what she's helped create

Hoarse voice shouting encouragement
You're the most amazing person she's ever met

Until you see her quiet attention on another
Wide doe eyes focused like there is no other

She's a muse

Her charm and manner
Draws you in with subtle banter
A waxing poet's subject: her

Flowers sprout from her lips
A promise lying between her hips

She'll tease and play the day away
To leave another begging she stay

But something beckons a muse's soul
As she has yet to find what makes her whole

She's a muse

Destined to wander from one to the next
A sudden absence leaves them vexed

Half finished works of art
Left to wane in the growing dark

Muses step with no regard
For the ground behind
They leave charred

Their worry is for internal things
No matter what the world does bring

Take caution where caution is due
Else a muse will denigrate you