My muse

Sometimes staring at this computer screen can be a little daunting. What do I write about? What do I say? Should I be serious? Should I be funny? I find it just best to write what is on your mind, let it flow...The muse will find you so to speak.

Lately everyone can name my muse; I have made no secret of my feelings for Amanda. She inspires me in a way no other ever has. I kind of feel obsessive about her, in a non-scary way of course. Its like I'm an artist and she is the object of my art and yet I feel wholly unworthy of trying to portray her.

If I was a poet I would try to write verses proclaiming her virtues.
If I was a sculptor I would try to carve her lovely visage in stone.
If I was composer I would try to compose a symphony celebrating her love.
If I was painter I would try to capture the wonderful, everchanging shade in her beautiful eyes.

I would try and fail...

How could I do these things? They would be just crude representations of the beauty, virtue, and love she embodies. I would be foolish to even try. How could mere stone, paint,words, or music hope to compare to her? It would be easier to capture the wind in your hands than to recreate her beauty. She is an original; completely irreproduceable.

I know, as your reading this, you are probably thinking I'm just being sentimental; foolish (puppy love). I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I love her and she is beyond compare. She is mine and she will always know how amazing, beautiful, and breathtaking she is, because I will show her and tell her everyday.

That is all I can do.