You are tantalizing from afar, daring me to plant a kiss, and scar that innocence that you somehow, still carry around. You are a muse, and what a wonderful muse, to fill my lonely imagination with unkempt tales of new adventures. You amuse, and you bemuse with equal ease. To my eyes, that crave their love, you seem perfect, a savior. The stars line up, and the world makes complete sense and absolutely no sense at the same time.

The morning brings solace, and reality with it. You are a muse, and that is all- a muse to amuse and bemuse. You are half truth, half imagination. You are amazing, and filled with a love that is not mine to claim. You will figure this out, and then I will be without friend or muse, once again.