The muse of the Greeks came and kissed my cheeks.

The muse of the Greeks softly walks next to me.

The muse of the Greeks is not a God but a girl who's angel face I really see.

To find the muse of the Greeks this girl is the key.

I sit here and try to concentrate chewing through my pen.

She laughs and says I'm gawking like a motherless hen.

I smile then and I'm inspired.

It's like she's kindling for my fire.

Stressed and stoned "she'll never know" I thought for sure.

I should've known she'd smell the weed nothing gets by her.

Inspiration once again.

For how to say I'm sorry and when.

Rain on my crops, money for the shops.

Sun on my flowers, silver moon for all night hours.

The muse of the Greeks she is to me.

Not made of heaven or made fasely this muse is mine,

the Goddess made her Earthly...

A/N: I wrote this forever ago about my ex-girlfriend Chelsea. R/R laters!!

Sexy Sammy

Love, Luck, and Lollypops ;)