Ode to a Muse

What is it to breathe deep?
Is it to breathe in the life you dream?
Knowing your heart will never sleep,
Restless in your eyes does your love gleam.

Strangling the mysteries of hallowed antiquity,
Wrestling the emotions of lofty ambitions,
Imbued with an inability to pursue wanton promiscuity,
Molded in a celestial furnace to angelic condition.

A tempestuous sea of unending zeal,
Love's labor lost to unenlightened mortals,
Feelings of passion kept alive by an ideal,
Our fears now shed in these euphoric portals.

Rampant indulgence in a love unseen,
Twisted with expectant beholding eye,
Led grudgingly by monotony as time weens,
Enraptured joy, limited only by the sky