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...
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