Dear Muse

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, June 3, 2009 0 comments

Deep in my mind that acts as my true sight
I hide beneath the cloak of my daydreams
While knowing only when I wish too bright
The things I feel within the way life streams
And by the breadth and height of all I've veiled
I'll shine as validly as what my soul
Does wish for you, oh if my love had failed
Then I'll conceive to let these words console
In how you sometimes seem to doubt wherein
If I were more assuring then dear muse
You'd take a look at all the beauty in
Your every ounce of fairness I enthuse
I here attest my truest thoughts that brim
Beyond the depth while all my feeling's whim

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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