You're a demigod at this,
It comes so natural to you.
I wonder how you do it-
Seduce and reduce the pen; a cup bearer to you.
How you do it,
Breathe into words and they take flesh,
Walking through the streets of my heart,
Dancing around my every sense.
You're a General at war!
You command rhythm so well.
I can't help but wonder, how you talk.
A strike on my ears and my head would swell.
Words from you chase chariots!
Captains bow at the entrance of your voice!
I bet you wear a garment of shinny poetic rhymes,
And make beautiful dresses to suit me as your arms do.
You're the arrow pulled by cupid!
I said never again but
Your poems have made it futile resisting you.
I want to take late night walks with you.
And have you write, only to my perception.
To have freshly baked and seductively tasty words
Fall on my skin and brighten my complexion.
To sniff directly from the earthen pot,
Only to fear they'll leave me bare!
My skin aches,
To be touched by those finger and held by those divine hands.
You're the best achievement!
I imagine so keenly, what it would be like,
Waking up next to you, my pen's master till infinity.
Morning after morning, no need for food or anything alike,
Your lines, just enough to take me on till eternity.
Nothing could satisfy me ever more,
Than to have you look at me, with those eyes ever sure,
Stationed on my forehead, your gaze ever pure,
With the crown "My Muse" for the world to adore.
Give me this, nothing more, and my soul in you I shall keep.
