muse

just felt like writing not one of my best

a dark man

very few words

an artist at work

his poetry

sings to many

his dark days,

heavy rains

enlightend by his muse

her beauty he has used

her voice so sweet and calming

as she sings happy song

her golden curls dance

she steps along

each step musical

following the rythm of his heart

he writes she sways

his love grows over the days

her eyes of havel

her olive tone skin

the only thing he writes over and over again

her voice so sweet and calming

her golden curls dance

each step so musical

my muse has become my romance

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

sweet and great poem. the only problem i can see with this is that you misspelled "rhythm", but other than that it's great. excellent poem