Due to over usage my
Tear ducts are damaged
Past the bounds of repair
Imagine the depth of my despair.
But with hope, as love she came
Happiness resided in her voice,
A seducing smell was trapped in her hair
Too tempting was the dark complexion of her skin
Palms so soft, a bond so rare
Betwixt her and me
For I relearn how to breathe with her gentle touch.
She’s the rebirth of my dying muse.
Inspired was my every verse,
So ardently composed. So lively
That I often wield more than life’s offer
And in my dreams she’s the deepest desire.