For My Muse (Dawn's Song III)

Every poet has a muse.
Who in life is yours?
Mine pointed it out to me,
She's someone I adore.

My words had been long lost;
No writing for years.
And then a new person
In my life suddenly appears.

She returned to me joy I lost,
I thought it mine no more.
But my muse revealed herself
And I'm writing like before.

Never could I repay you,
No word, love, kiss, or touch
Could pay the debt I owe for
Returning the words I missed so much.