I will be picking up my pen,
and I will write once again.
For now I'm not sure when,
but please wait until then.

As I will write about flattery,
words that are just flowery.
Creating a verse that's happy,
not about the feeling of misery.

A poet that felt a joyous feeling,
an emotion I put into writing.
I found my muse that was missing,
after years of blindly searching.

Inspired by the apple of my eye,
I let out a satisfied sigh.
It's a warm feeling I can't deny,
and I will never ask why.