Is it possible to be in love with someone
And to be in love with another?
Wouldn't that just make
The love you feel a false love?

I've never had such a muse
As when you and I were together
I've never had such a muse
As when we broke apart
And now I try to write of another
And nothing, I mean nothing
Is coming out

I cannot rhyme
I cannot flow
I do not feel
I do not know exactly what to do
So how could I possibly love you?

Simple this, simple that
Whoever said love was simple!
Oh...was that I?
How could I have been such a fool.

Agape...agape...the greek word, agape
I spoke of it so freely
I held on to it so dearly
AND NOW I'M LEFT WITH NOTHING

I knew not what love was
I know not what love is
I have no more to write
Nothing important that is

I miss my muse