My Sweet Forever Muse

You will tell me about the world

While I talk about the moon

We would be so well-prepared

If the world was ever doomed

I can speak to flowers

and to the little insects too

You can hear everything else

and somehow, translate it true.

We talk about God and His angels

and you don’t mind playing silly games with me too?

Man it feels like I’m dancing in heaven,

when I’m dancing on your shoes

Blissful pleasure,

and you‘re my hidden treasure

My darling, I’m grateful for you

I want to write you poems,

and I want to watch you dance,

my sweet forever muse.