A siren cries in distinct silence
Mother Passion, she screams my name
In fervid tones of optimism
To recharge my batteries of creativity
Lady Ink, her spirit saunters
Within the core of my pen
Preparing to discharge a creek
Of enchanted ink upon the page
Princess Inspiration, she sojourns me
In times of sorrow and despair
She caresses and nourishes
The flaws in my poetry
That contribute to my anguish
Queen Poetry, she and I
Were always on the same page
We often saw eye to eye
My words, the source of origin
Her body, the dawning surface
And together we wove
Timeless masterpieces of love
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