painted you with the best colors
yet these words you won't write too
dreamed i have a thousand virtues
resonating from your soothing arbors
i have made a muse out of you
many a time i've written you a hero
just another sweet promise that lingers
yet these words you won't write too
you've become the sun and too the moon
warmth; a sheer light that always glimmers
i have made a muse out of you
given you have, but recieve--did you?
all beauty you've shown never flounders
yet these words you won't write too
never will you grant my deepest whispers
for you don't see all that slowly hinders
i have made a muse out of you
yet these words you won't write too