Muse Of Lore Delight Poem by Shawn Greyling

Remembers drinking whiskey by the fire
with the cold outside,
sitting side-by-side
talking, laughing, giggling aloud,
how your smile could make me laugh right now.

Beauteous creature with the grace of the breeze
upon the pond of life,
how Aphrodite in her jealouse sky glances down upon
this Lady of Delight.
Her every embrace as sweet as the first,
I lose myself,
A simple slip of the tongue sends thoughts flying and minds runing;
she is a face meant to smile.

From the top of her head to the tip of her toes,
she is rose, she is Juliette, Shakespeares muse.
And the space between is where tears, fears and smiles
turn gal into wine.

Oh!
How my heart hopes that fate will paint
an eternal smile upon her chaps,
for a thing of beauty is joy for ever,
and she,
she will never fade into nothingness.