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Lost the inspiration
Flew out the window, that darned
Muse, darting about, daring me to
Catch her in flight
As if it were so easy!
Mess with my mind, you
Devilish little wench
Frustrate me, and deny me the pleasure of
Stringing together a few pretty words and
Phrases, like a strand of pearls that
Glisten softly in the moon's velvet light
Glow in the flash of a firefly
Gleam in the heart of a child -
My heart.
Selfish a pleasure it is, is it not?
But oh, what peace is it to feel your light
Your soothing, sparkling presence
Warming my heart and flaming my mind.
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