"Always the poet, never the muse" you said

"How do you know?" I asked

How would you know

If I'm describing your bright eyes

If my words flow with your words in my mind

If your soul flows through my fingers

My muse

You are more than beauty

You are a feeling that humans cannot describe

But poets can try

Your warmth shelters the forgotten

Your words are the strings of the divine lyre of love

The way you radiate such love, such beauty, such kindness

You rival Sirius

You rival the moon

You rival the sun

You rival the concept of human

You rival the radiance of the gods themselves

And if I would say this to you

My muse would call me crazy

You would deny it

with your utterly human hand

Your utterly human modesty

your damned modesty

I wish you saw your own light my little sirius

But as the night gets darker and dark it seems it gets harder for you to see

If you're the last star shining

How do I tell you that you still shine

And so beautifully

I wish you saw it too