To my muse I go, to her I say, what is for me to make up, today? It’s the day of rest, I to you pray. Shall we pause, at the creative way? You dare not, she says. I am your joy, and if you miss me, you are just boy. So, be clever and smart, so by heart, and make your woman laugh to your art. What to make, I ask her, to be seen as what to state by you I am keen? Tell your woman, you say, I love her. For her sake I in you will appear. Oh’, my dear, I say, then you are two. And the both of you I have to do! To be found in the forest and sea, both of you to the third one will plea. Which is what? My muse asks, as she laughs. It is fire, I say, to the halves. And my intellect says, her to know you will only do by her soft glow. And my muse sighs. She knows of the kind. It’s my soul, to my heart and my mind. And she says, fine. Let her, then glow be. And be cautious of your energy.
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