The Absent Muse Poem by Matthew Holloway

In her absence
My heart is sad yet fond
Her picture etched to my memory
Like some great masterpiece
Of the finest artists work
How her smile captivates me
Those eyes bright, warming
I could look upon her forever
I search for a finer word than beautiful
That any may yet serve her justice
Smile while I remember the way she laughs
The way she looks when happy
How she is funny, kind hearted, special
There are so few like her
This angel, princess, queen
She has all the merits of a true love
I remember them well
While she is absent from my reach
She is there in my thoughts
Present to my heart
My muse, my art