Forever continued


All artists are searching for a Muse,
To inspire their love for their work.
So I must love my Muse,
Each and every time.
Even though this to you,
May seem to lessen my love’s light,
This is not true;
For I still hurt and bruise,
After each time they stamp on my heart.


But still I stand here telling you all my weak points.
Do you me believe yet?  I believe in you.
I must go now,
To tell more true words of being blue;
But some poems are as endless as my love for you…
They could be forever continued.


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