My Heart Doth Ache
More words for my muse
My heart doth ache for the love of my muse.
Tears oft abound like a small bluish lake.
How can my mind even attempt to choose
Between what I can do, what I can take.
She walks upon the waters of my life
Unable, I think, to even pretend
Her words are exclusively mine when strife
Within, doth demonstrate words cannot mend
Every single feeling filling my heart
Contrasting I love you muse with do…