15-Apr


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;
Sweeter air
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.

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