Letter to the Muse

Sometimes the souring sun will be at its peak

And occasionally there will be no one to speak

When we want peace at the time of turbulence

Let us be calm and pray with consonance.

Sometimes it is going to rain heavily

And periodically cold will be felt heavenly

When we are happy with accomplishments

Let us cheer each other by endearments

And in the shadows of changing time

Let us hear the birds chirping in rhyme.

If you can still read those dry eyes,

And understand all my teary smiles.

If you can accept my not so beautiful flaws,

And guide me through all the painful falls.

Then the bond formed will be the eternal one.

Like the sky's infinity, it will be irreplaceable by None.

With this ode, let our love be like a perennial sea,

Dancing together with mystic glee.