The Muse

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I remember the river of dreams,

Running through my veins,

Taking hold of my beating heart,

Killing the thorn of my pain.

Your eyes rescued me from the dark,

Setting the stage for undying love.

Time stood still,

Our souls became one,

You were my world, my all,

I remember the delicate voice,

That whispered truths beyond time,

Your words caressed my sombre sky,

And allowed the stars to shine.

Nothing stood between us,

Our passions dressed each day,

I will never forget the essence of you,

My reason for living, my muse.

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Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”