You were once my muse,
The axis to my world
That left it spinning:
The sparkle in my eye
That could capture all the light
In any room.
You were once my pen:
The instrument to paint a picture
With just a thousand words,
Your voice the finest ink.
You were once my cause to breathe;
Has never swept
From any mountain's peak.
You are the cold, refreshing drink upon my lips,
The gentle warmth of midsummer's kiss,
Every slice of perfect beauty
Hidden between seconds--
The seconds of my endless bliss
For the time I called you mine.