My Lady! My Muse!

a conventional poetic block

I tried the solitude of my soul
I tried the nights santuary
I tried my lady's locks hanging loose
But none of them made me overwhelm
My true writing muse


The pious moon's blessing
The sea-water caressing
The nymphs and mermaids
All swim in silence
And i long sustain
In their lovely countenance
But nothing conjure in blues
Or rise my lovely muse


Since long i made a promise
To paint my passion in word
My lady's grace bestow a kiss
Capture my heart like a bird
And once again I claim my magic
To weave my dream in blues
And treasure my lady's touch like muse