The Muse - Poem by Rafael Cazares
The Fairest maiden
of them all;
she bestows Poets their poems,
Dreamers their dreams,
Lovers their love,
And that very love a heart-warming home.
the Compass of our inspirations,
the Comfort to our desperation,
And a fine reward for those
Romantics & Sleepers
who wait & wait,
but do so patient.
Singers have sang their Song,
Workers will earn their Pay,
But if ever theirs a time
you cannot be found,
I fear the world would not spin
of them all,
Hear the Sweetness pour from
the Lust of My Heart.
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