The Muse in Her Beauty

There is a muse in her beauty
It questions love and joy
Two things we beg God for
Two things we often destroy
Upon our commitments to another
As if Love means less than a lover

There is a muse in her beauty
It inspires words that flatter
Words she’s heard before
Overused words that no longer matter
Such as beautiful and gorgeous
Oh how beauty dulls the best of us

There is a muse in her beauty
It brings my pen to page
My passion eager to be seen
My desire burning with rage
Desperate for the spell to her heart
Determined to win a work of art with art