Muse

Night after night,
Man after man,
I learned to be romantic,
to be charming,
to be talkative, enough to pour out my secrets,
to be fearless, to be ruthless, less or more or artfully, to be myself.

Then, I met you, my Muse,
who inspired my hell gates to bear fire and yet learn to resurrect myself when completely ashed away.

I am yours, my muse,
and this is my love for you.

I don't love another way.