The Muse

It is you I choose to make my muse
But not for love but a gift I cannot lose
Your smile inspires and your eyes bring dreams
Fantasies of passion and honest things
Like parks of grass and watching clouds
Conversations of love and what life allows
Then perhaps a meal at my abode
A place where we may very well grow old
There is a vague temptation but also rest
I lay my head below your breast
And to another dream I slip away
Thus ending our unrealistic day