If a man decided to pick a fair muse,
Why would I be the one he’d choose?
If onto my heart his love he poured,
I wouldn’t know how to be adored.
For all the words whispered in my ear,
His reasons for love would remain unclear.
Please note: this is not written for anyone particular. I have been reading a lot of John Keats recently and was inspired by one of his poems to try a different style. The key to reading this piece is to read it slowly and let the words sink in. I hope you enjoy my style experiment. 😊
The Reluctant Poet 