Steven Rowe

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.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 21, 2010

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