The Muse

I have a muse
Someone for whom
I enthuse
With whom I share
Minutest news,
My highest highs,
My bluest blues

She reads my work
And reads me well
From my posture 
she can tell 
If I am heavy or
I am well

I sing my songs
For her alone
I love that girl 
Down to the bone

She lends her ear 
She'll really listen
And when she's near
There's hugs and kissing

I want her now, to hold her tight
To smooth her brow
Make things all right
But she's not here
So I have to write