We all have someone or even someones that influence us in life. Whether they influence us in our art, life choices, thoughts, or whatever else is purely circumstancial. Most artists and writers claim to have a muse, and in many cases our muses tends to be someone or something we love. For my Senior year in high school, the muse for this poem was a friend that I was infactuated with, I was head over heels for her and wanted to tell her my thoughts. The main reason I never did was she was straight and also out of my league. Plus she was about to go off to college when I wrote this. I debated showing her the poem, but never did. She went off to college and I went on with my life. She was a best friend before she was a crush, but shortly after she left I stopped hearing from her so I put this poem up with the rest of my works.

Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl she calls softly

As if she fears waking me from a dream

If she only knew!

She is my dreams.

How she can call me Pretty Girl

Astounds me to the fullest

Has she never glanced upon herself?

Not in mirrors, windows, or water?

Even the slightest reflection-

Even the most marred reflection!

Could show her gleaming beauty.

Aphrodite can only dream of competing.

Milky chocolate flows in long rivers

Down her face; contrasting with her

Seemingly luminous pale skin.

Smooth contours compliment her doe eyes.

Her gorgeous doe eyes, though innocent-

Tease me, applease me-even in dreams.

Simply gazing into her brown pools

Pleases me.

I'm not one to be religous

But even I have to thank the Gods

For gracing me with her.

This heavenly, otherworldly beauty.

In dreams her peaceful aura

Surrounds me, engulfs me

Her russet brown eyes

Search my evergreens for answers.

Answers I can not give in reality.

I can't tell her why.

Why I'm so kind, why I follow

Her every command, why I'm so happy.

I can't tell her she makes me vulnerable.

I'm completely me with her.

I can't tell her it's because I fell.

I fell for her and her heavenly beauty!

She may be out of reach-

But who am I to depreciate

Solely because she isn't mine to cherish?

Anything is to happen in dreams.

I'm doomed to heartbreak.

Either tell her my dreams and lose her

Or swallow the bitter truth

While she finds a worthy man?

I believe I'll take my chances

Heartbreak.

It's not new to me, but I will

Not lose her for an ugly truth.