A Muse

She doesn't come to me,
By night or day,
She's a part of me,
All that I say,
Not all beauty,
But happiness and sorrow,
Pain with the laughter,
And all that I live for,
Drawn to her,
I cannot escape,
An inspiration,
A compelling,
But not a mission,
A poet in spite of her,
A love just the same.
The muse draws me,
Ever again.