Sacred Muse

In the quiet chambers of my soul, a spark did dwell,
Lingering, dormant, in a silent, secret spell.
But then, fate intervened with a touch of grace,
A meeting so divine, in her enchanting embrace.

Her beauty, a canvas painted by the stars,
Her intellect, a symphony played on nature’s guitars.
She breathed life into that spark, so tender and small,
And it danced and flickered, heedless of all.

In her presence, I felt a warmth, a light so pure,
A flame born of admiration and allure.
With every thought of her, it grew, untamed,
A radiant fire that in my heart was named.

She, the catalyst, the muse, the guiding star,
Ignited passions I had kept hidden, afar.
In her, I found a world anew, a different shore,
A flame transformed, burning forevermore.

So, in this tale of love’s profound decree,
A spark met its destiny, to be forever free,
In the glow of her presence, brilliantly it came,
A love so bright, ignited by her name.

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