Sometimes the muses gift you with inspiration, meters tall
Sometimes they curse you with none at all.
The muse's presence can be a blessing and a curse,
But I'd still prefer that over the reverse

What's in a name?
I know, that question's passé and lame
But, really, what is in a name?
Zucchini and courgette, are they not the same?
What's in this fruit's call to fame?
What's in a name?

Should I be more masc. or not at all?
Am I too short, or just too tall?
Why must I be cursed to cry,
Need an "X", but got a "Y"
Be forced to flee when none pursue,
Who'd ask that of you?

The time and days just fly away,
When I’m with you. Everything’s ok,
When I’m with you. I want to live every day,
Where I’m with you. You and I could be so happy,
Were I with you. I know there’s just no way,
To be with you. That’s ok, I can pretend,
I’m with you. In my heart, I’m always,
With you.

The set of the sun, and end of the day.
The fall into night, and into its fright.
When I hold you, everything is alright.
We’ll hug through the sun, through night and through day.
And, at the end of the day, I’d have it no other way

This poem’s not in
Iambic Pentameter,
It is a haiku.