An Affair With Imagination (/When I Met My Muse)

It was a late-winter evening; the winds of change blew,

The moon had come out, on the canvas of sky deep blue,

It was moon of a happy evening, better than many before,

For it was the evening I met the one I had looked ever for,

Splendid, you sat before me, telling your tales in abundance,

I listened beaming basking in the blaze of your resplendence,

In that moment I knew, and told you of the good feeling in me,

But even then had no idea, how important you would be to me,

Here I sit, inspired, empowered by your part in my life,

Little need be said about the joy you've brought that’s rife,

An imagined smile from you, like sunshine in gloom, changes my mood,

If I be distressed, a memory of you will assuage ails; I guess it would

It’s a wonderful feeling of peace, contentment in many a way,

I cannot explain how or why, my love for you grows day by day

Whilst moments with you be fiestas, those sans you not; o’ my Muse,

I'll resent that moment this musing ends; ending your elaborate ruse.

-Gowrish