I Split That Magic Poem by Lee Janes

I split that magic concoction my young blood, you sent me, into two parts,
Using those ancient measured scholars work of the metric.
My muses are gliding above my head like mozzie darts,
Harmoniously drenching the stars while I try start my epic.

My feelings brought, oozing through from my very pores,
That your alluring spell, you willed, spill waves of bliss.
My authors hand, the gods, creative chariots gold that soars,
This friend will nurse full known, my visions of beauty, you'd kill to kiss