To My Muse

I love you I fear, and always I will
For ever my source of passion is you
You are my muse, for good or for ill
And to this amorphous connection I'm true

You sit in cold silence, so near but so far
Your dispassion is what I fear most
The uncaring moping does not fail to scar
As you never fail at the post

Do you not know that your love works as well
To bring forth these words that flow through my soul
I don't need to write from a personal hell
A haven of bliss could help reach the same goal