When I'm around someone, I just get so much inspiration, that I've started to call them my muse... but, of course, this person has no idea... So suddenly, I wrote a poem about this muse of mine.

Muse - 15.05.09

Seduced

by that which is natural

and somewhat accidental

Entraced

by that which is inevitable

awe-strucking incredible

with so sweaty palms and

heart-thundering beats and

imagined kisses I have

again

fallen "in love"