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He calls me his “little muse”,
I’m amused.
He has no idea that he’s my inspiration.
And that I’d really love to be his.

This endearment takes root
in the fertile soil of my affection for him.
I, his muse…
Does he know what that does to me,
or what I’d like to do with him?

We are worlds apart, but I muse, what if?
Do I dare encourage the myth?
It’s the classic tale of the girl
who likes the boy
who doesn’t even know she exists!

But then, many achievements began as dreams,
And even gods and goddesses have hopes.
I don’t know his, but mine still is
that one day he’ll be mine,
and I will continue to be his
“little muse”.