Inspiration Poem by Steven Rowe

My muse.

Not a drop-dead gorgeous
with everything superfluous.

But, a magnificent beauty
absent of all cruelty.

Eyes, a deep blue,
her words, nothing but true.
Hair, a simple brown,
her smile overturns any frown.

Staring me in the face,
My eyes see what was once there:
A place, lost amongst people's glare,
Containing purely people who care.

What was a figment of my imagination is real.
Giving me something back I had lost:
the power to feel.