Inspiration! I need inspiration, where is my muse? I need her!
Ideas. Oh lady ideas. Where thou art thee?
I ask for a sonnet and you bring me despair, why do you forsaken me? Do I not love thee, like the moon loves the stars? Do I not cherish thee like the sun cherishes the flowers? Why then do you forsaken me?
Do I not write to thee for all that I am, for thou not know that I am just a simple man, who yearns for you, my muse, my simple inspiration?
If I give thee this poem about who you're to me, my eternal uncertainty. Will you not grant me all that I ask, that simple certainty?
Our drifting souls, two naked scrolls of our love eternally
Your broken promise, my life dishonest, your fading memory
My wish fulfilled, your smile so still, our broken memory
This day will come, my heart succumb, the temptation of bravery
Our love so strong, our heart undone, our broken reverie
Will thou not except this token of kind gesture and grant me that inspiration that I yearn? Will thee not grant me that love, my moon and my sun, my love despairingly?
