You are my muse.
The light by which I write.
You are the words on my tongue.
And the ink in my pen.
You are the mountains.
And the rivers.
The gardens of flowers.
You are the inspiration behind every
tapestry of words woven by my mind.
You are the flames of a sunrise.
And the silence of a still night.
Every beauty in this world is a soft reminder of yours.
You are the beacon by which I traverse the corridors of my heart and mind.
You are the reason I write.
The reason I feel.
You are my muse.