The Goddess Muse Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

My heart will not turn
To cold solid stone,
Neither will the rest of me
Being fraught with a comment
Made in haste

You are no more a Medusa
But rather than a Muse...
To inspire a tenth of your beauty
In a lilt of a love
For a larger work to romance...

Your eyes are beauty,
Your heart is kind.….
Your love for life
Leaves me envious
For having been a virgin

This whole time
In hopes to find
You with a smile, the Goddess Muse
Takes on many forms
And traditions, like on Valentine's

Where a personal heart felt
Lilt of verse from my love
Matches my own
A lovelorn boy without a wife
To welcome him home...