Hold me, my muse
So that I may grow
Shelter me, my muse
So that I may write
Sit with me when I am lonely
Kiss me when I turn cold
Open my eyes so that I may see
The beautiful muse who feeds off of me

Who can sit in a garden and learn a million things
Who can taste the sunrise
And dance on clouds
The one who sees clearer when they are blind
Who smiles when the weather is bad
Who cries for the poor
Sing to me so that I may hear
The sound of love and compassion and fear

And the day you leave me I shall die
My heart will be stone
My eyes full of thorns
My blood bitter and black
My skin harsh and wrinkled
And my existence pathetic and shamefully bruised
Please return, my lovely muse

 
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