Sonnet #7

When Terpsichore did roam Pieria
she wore a crown of laurels on her head
and in the art of dancing, it was said
that she was the distinct superior

A living muse has danced into my heart.
Her name bears laurels rather than her head.
She wears a crown of gold (or sometimes red)
o'er face that is my favorite work of art.

This woman has become my inspiration.
My every thought's conditioned on her smile.
She's drawn a finer vintage from my soul.
I sing and dance at any provocation.

Our facets complement each other's style.
Together we compose a greater whole.


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