Oh, my muse, my inspirational muse
Not sprung from the finite Gaia or Zeus
Who, with each word, to my heart, love infuse
And, hence, my hand, poetry, doth produce
Calliope's hearts never beat so swift
Nor Erato inspire love so true
Eutere never gave such lyrical gifts
Nor Thalia, to souls, peace so imbue
My muse, is born of a God far greater
Who inspires her, to inspire me
To live for today, not just for later
And makes my eyes find what I do not see
Oh, my muse, my inspirational muse
Love me always... Imperfections excuse
((October 22nd,2007))
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I would like to translate this poem
Very very good I'm going to Keep this one