"The House Of The Muse"

Upon first meeting her
I fell in love,
not as most people,
dancing on air,
but as inspiration
beautifully
brought forth from the spring
of her oasis.

Words forming on this page
not mine alone,
but the essence of her
for all to see,
like a painting unveiled
in the chapel
of love and desire,
the house of the muse.

This is a different love
unlike others,
never physically,
yet intimate,
not romantically shared
by sense of touch
but by the effect brought upon
just by knowing her.

So how does one explain
inspiration
without acknowledging
from whence it comes?
In the end there I hope
that where I go,
I will always dwell in
the house of the muse.