My Soul always wished to become the muse of an artist , but never could she become one. That hope is still alive somewhere in her heart that someday she'd become someone's muse.

I have heard of you,
A lot from them.
A host of praises.
Millions of admirers.
Just one wish I have,
To become your muse.
Just a hope I have,
To be a part of your masterpiece.
Why is it so,
That you have me beside you
And you lack inspiration?
These lush green grasses,
Those heavenly white clouds,
Oblige me today.
To confess my desire.
A desire to be your muse.