He Is My Muse Poem by Nancy Handabile

When nothing makes sense

The thought of him draws me in deeper

He is my muse

My deep emotion

He is the one, the only one

I could deeply crave

I never knew longing until I met him

I never knew pain, deep heart rending pain

Until I loved him

And I never knew faith

Until he looked into my eyes

Beauty is only true when he calls me it

When he calls me or says my name

When the phone rings I transcend into nothing

Everything dims and I see nothing but his face

I hear nothing but his voice

I want nothing but him.

My very soul caves in at the thought of him

NH