Love’s Labour Lost


As a poet, musician and artist… this one has special meaning for me.

Love’s Labour Lost

My muse speaks
So I must obey her

She mentions things 2 me
and they come

She whispers
and I am moved
beyond her words

She smiles and I weep
in her beauty

I give myself 2 her

and she delivers me
2 creativity

like a mother
delivers a baby

© 2009

photo credit to Artwerk

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  1. Nisa says:

    So lost without Her…

  2. Samantha says:

    nice. this was really good.
    makes me want to say, “all hail the almighty muse!”
    seriously. where would the world be without them??

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