You were just a muse,
Now you are dried and gone,
Did I love you or just use,
The star I hung my dreams upon?
I used to praise you daily,
Steadfast in every action,
Steadfast as comet Hayley,
Now you are a distraction.
Did I give up too quickly?
The waiting hurt my pride.
Should I have waited until sixty?
Waited 'til I died?
With you, all knew I was obsessed.
Inspiration at its best.
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