The Poet, the Muse.....The secret
I guess some are wondering about the Muse I call the Rose, sadly its a secret, and I'm the only one who knows
There are hidden clues laying deep inside my rhyme, to tell her she is beautiful and I wish that she was mine
When you read the poems, do you see a part of you, a stanza that makes you think, are you my Rose so true
Do you read the messages, hidden to try to make you smile, if you do, I am pleased and my poems are worthwhile
Somewhere in the great beyond, I pray they find my muse, I hope she sees the message's and they're clear and not confused
If you read between the lines, my true Rose I hope you find, the Muse who inspires, the poems hidden in my mind
So guess away, you may even ask, are you my muse, my one, you'll never get your answer, to tease is so much fun
But I hope all you ladies smile, at all the stuff a write at night, I hope my Rose breaks the code, I hope she gets it right
So when she reads the Rose series, she feels me in her heart, dedicated to my muse, my poetess, its been you from the start
The Kinky Poet
