To My Muse

You bloom in my heart like a beautiful rose in summer.
You cherish my spirit and give me the sense of delight.
Your innermost dreams and incredibly zany desires
Are so fantastic and bright.
Your radiant smile is wonderful, gorgeous, magnificent.
Your ugliest beauty and perfume's voluptuous smell,
Your tender embraces and the warmth of your passionate
kisses
Just take use to heavenly hell.
You're always with me in my whimsical dreams and
illusions
And never before have I been so happy and pleased,
And all your caresses, and glances, and coquetries
Will live in my soul forever, reminding of you, o my
tenderest
squeeze.
2006






Poetry by Eugenius
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Written on 2014-08-10 at 14:24

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'Heavenly hell'; now that's an oxymoron to think about! Nice hymn to your muse.
2014-10-05


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