Forgive me oh Muse!
Forgive me my way,
of using your beauty for Art!
For though you're unique
you're also a part
of the grand 'ol Mystique
of the World.
A Gateway to Goddess!
A being Supreme!
Your body a vessel for more!
That the very same Force
which gave birth to the world,
looks at me
through your eyes
at the door.
To see the divine
when I look at your face
is no poet's perk
or mere rhetoric.
No stiffening cock,
telling bar-stool fancies.
No mere gigalo,
out for the fun-of-it.
The light of yuor eyes
when they're shining for me
has powers beyond
all men's eye history.
Ignighting my heart
and whispers my ear:
"it's OK to love her,
there's nothing to fear!"
For you, My Great Muse,
are beyond mortal men,
and no matter what happens,
I'll still be your friend.
For one who inspires
deserves great respect,
the power of Gods
can cause many to wreck.
In respect for your mother
the Goddess of High,
I'll treat you my best,
and that is no lie.
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