I look at your beauty,
you are my muse.
The world sees your image
and love takes its cues.

In silence, in stillness,
with no need for sound,
they fall into longing
where your eyes are found.

I share your beauty
your light, your flame
yet nothing I render
can capture your name.

They gaze and they tremble,
ensnared in a stare,
your essence unveiled,
laid naked there.

Now the rendering is over,
your clothes you do adorn.
The Muse
she is a person,
whose image is adored.

But hearts still wander
where your spirit was worn,
each one remembering
the moment love was born.