My Muse

Laughter is the gift you give me
What do I give in return?
I don't know what it could be.
I guess I still need to learn
What is it that keeps you talking?
Most would be walking.
Or fear I'm stalking
I guess they'd need to learn, in turn
One day I will see, what it is in me
That makes me worthy or your time
I feel like such a lime,
Small and sour
But for you, the world I would scourer
Because you're the inspiration of this rhythm
You are my muse,
And that I shall use.