My muse has died

She left me when I last left your arms

When I finally realized

that all that glitters is truly pyrite

And apparently we're running out of time

But I don't believe it

I want to believe that the longer I wait

the better my chances

of wooing you once more are, dear.

So we run through the forest together,

and I glance at you through the trees.

Did you catch my reflection in the pool?

Or was I imagining it, too?

Sometimes I know I imagined you,

with beauty and grace surrounding

the perfect personality.

Only you can make me see and think and remember,

so how could you not be of me?

You are just how I want you and

expect you to be

Your smiles and frowns perfectly in place

Except for last night, dear. Why

did you not smile then, in the second

best night of my life?

Maybe you aren't quite how I thought

And maybe my muse fled

not when I left your arms

but when I entered them