Muse
She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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