muses
By lilanais
least of them now still patiently watches the line grow steadily the faces of his deepest sense a lovely sea of eloquence here, one knows not her constant hold the rest silver she ever gold one, always praised a princess true on pedestals he himself drew another, still revisited and yet to grace the borrowed bed and last, she waits on his lost prides least of muses and worst of brides most fortunate for smallest shows of devotion -- but still it grows and once almost the first in line she dreams of love and does just fine Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 08:43 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"least of them now..."