A Musing Love Song

Never truly abandoned.
Never truly forgotten.
Never quite so perfect,
but the words ring true.

Art never dies -
just sleeps for a while
in hearts and minds until
until dim embers blaze into
a raging inferno
that consumes minds to Muse.

To Muse, to dream,
to feel the swell of music
within your breast,
notes to go with the words...

Love never dies -
just slumbers for years
in shuddering hearts.
Love still rings as true
as it did that day that
it was conceived in the forbidden place...

The dance is never done,
the music never fades,
all you must do is move
to the beat of your own heart.

Never truly abandoned,
never really forgotten...
never quite so perfect,
and yet the words ring true!

Let the love rise again!
Let the heartbeats ring out
their own pure melody.
Let Angels weep at the glory
of Heaven within Hell!
Art, love, purest of all!

Be carried away on orgasmic
tides of ecstasy,
passion be the order of the day,
the canvas for the art-

Let the phoenix of Muses rise,
Let the colors of the heart bleed
together to create a new, yes,
quite so very perfect,
Forever dancing, forever beating,
forever flying love!

The beat of the music
is the beat of your hearts...
Dying embers once more blaze
forth in an all-consuming inferno...