The Muse

by Janis Gaines

She was radiant to him
For he had eyes to see
The light and the glory beneath
Her common ways
And when he looked for her
She was faithful to appear
Whether here or there
Didn’t matter
She was
And she was his
Whether she knew it or not
All his
To do with as he pleased
With her smile
With her face
With every gentle grace
Little did he know
That his love made her grow
Sillier in a school-girl way
Sweeter, sexier, wiser
Day by day
Though she would come and go
She would always stay
And whisper “I love you”
In his heart

© 2003
Atlanta, GA

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