Quietly and quite knowing
He worked his magic within
Each of my images
He breathed life into them all
Simply by looking into my eyes
They were given a spark of life
From the love that I saw
Deep inside his heart.

But love is short-lived and deadly
Not caring who it touches
And leaves to die
Seemingly ignoring the scars
It so callously leaves behind
Leaving me to find life in a place
Where life died long ago
Killing the magic within.

The death of my muse
Has become the death
Of something inside me
That cannot be recaptured.

�2003 Angela