she said “i was not much of a poet”
and with a belated sigh added
“but, i was never much of a muse”.
but i seen the photo of you
smile with your lover new
and from his eye
a home he found in you
i guess, once i glowed too
with the thoughts of home
when holding with you.
so i say “what more could a muse do”.
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