The muse came around
Tapping that shoulder again
Sparking the senses and mending the soul
Destroying thought and repairing the mind
Making life bearable again
Teasing the nose, begging to be remembered
The muse abuses
Giving frowns and sadness
My muse is deep like the ocean
It is stormy, yet calm
A contradiction of life
Old soul in a young mind
Fervent spirit in a tired love
My muse holds the eyes
Eyes of wisdom
    Eyes of love
    Eyes of passion, energy, and life.