MUSE

MUSE
The sound of a muse
My thought absorbs are truly in nudes,
Perceived the goddess generations of the semens of Zeus,
Those imaginative smiles like a memory of the nine muses,
The protection of her heart, the death of Achilles,
Overcoming the proud death of Romeo-Juliet,
Foolish in the eyes of the man without love belt,
Muse!! Your love art drawn on this inspiring smiles,
Love gain in pain stand the same,
In calls high on the mountain she came,
Palms open thy heart she gave thy love on this day,
Forgone the "Yeats" words on never give all the heart for love,
But the well understanding of the pragma stands above,
A calming relationship of the melting magma,
She? A royal storm over this heart mountain,
When her love rains falls on the mountain into the fountain,
The queen is clean and her love is keen,
Finely sharpened and fiercely piercing the heart of the king,
Still staring into the fountain glass,
A bulky eyes dreaming for the love to last,
Muse! Your inspiring love I still have,
In the brightest sky they fly high,
With their feathers close, a beauty to man's eye,
Love is what you see not a raven for a dove?
The quick slain of this heart to sleep on her bed,
Do all slave seek freedom?
For how sweet we feel is first?
Playing the hide and seek, these smiles are born best,
With thy love art on cheeks, inspires my love thirst,
Muse! Your love I absorb in thought.
MUSE
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