Deep down, I had buried,

My wish and my love,

Until you uttered,

Those three magical words.

My muse you had been,

For every spilled ink.

Until you uttered,

Those three magical words.

My smile turned wide,

My love re-surged wild,

When you uttered,

Those three magical words.

My muse, you still are,

For every spilled ink,

My love, you still are,

For every happiness felt.

I'd wait,

As long as you wish,

To live again,

With love and joy.