You must have been serenaded by several men
With their flowing compliments
Whether it's your stirring poems
Or the elegance you carry, he commented
I wouldn't deny, she replied
From waxing eloquence of my beauty
To the feelings I weave
In my musings
I have been a muse for many
As well
But nothing could caress my heart
The compliments they profess
Are ephemeral
It stems with my sensuality
And concludes with it
What I seek
Is to be celebrated
For my existential reality
The artistry that I carry
In my soul
But none could infiltrate that layer
Till you came by.
©LR
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