A Muse of Mystery

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
This is an utterance for the beauty I see today.
Tranquil be the eyes, enigmatic the soul, and the smile so gay.
Spring acquainted us the two, is it fate's play?
Friends not, yet we're lovers nay.
Would you, still, stay and not be away?

O, how a muse can be a cure and a source of a broken heart!
No, you did not watch that part.
The very scene of loneliness and despair -
When a man's left Olympus and to a muse gave a stare -
is the absence of both a muse and her blessings.
This be the curse for a lover so dying.

She was a muse of Uranus,
But you, are you even a muse?
The gaze you gave me was a signature of Gaea.
Truly you are an embodiment of Athena.
The beauty you possess is beyond earthly art.
But shall I fall for a source of a broken heart?

Do listen to my riddles.
Do not for a mortal look you stumble.
Sunless is the words he speaks,
For a confusion and a clarity are both in his utterance.
It is always a Muse that he truly seeks.
Not any lies, nor deceptions, are the ones put in his riddance.

But will you, a muse, answer the unspoken words of mine?
Or will you be another hound sent by fate's linear line?
Are we about to be another asymptote
whose end is as two passengers on different boats?
The beauty of a muse can have once again my heartbeat starts.
But O, how a muse can be a cure and a source of a broken heart!

Copyright: Persephona. [http://weheartit.com/entry/59927517]

P.S.: The man who left Olympus says, "Can you find her?"