I know she is not real,
Yet,I write for her;
She is a figment of my imagination,
One of my creation; And
Somewhere,Deep inside my mind,
Lies a canvas filled with her art;  ​
A art,yet to be complete,
Where My words work like colors,
My pen acts as a brush;And
With each word I add;
She becomes real,
more and more real; And
When I will see her in real,
I will devote all this to her;
For she was the one who,
Inspired me in the first place...

©desireddreamer

In this world full of words;
I yearn for a muse;
A muse that can lit;
A fire in my heart;
My only desire;
To bleed my ink;
On a flesh of paper;
For a muse that can;
Give worth to my words;
A muse that can;
Show beauty of my words...