The Muse I Long To Be

"She lives the poetry she cannot write." -Oscar Wilde I yearn to be the muse, the spark that ignites A creative flame, a passion that burns bright The subject of sonnets, the star of a film The melody that haunts a musician's mind My soul craves connection, a gentle touch A whispered promise, a love that's true I long to be the inspiration, the heart's desire The missing piece that makes a life complete Instead, I'm the creator, the poet, the guide Crafting my own story, my own life's design I am my own muse, my own work of art A masterpiece in progress, a heart that beats When will I find someone to share this role? To be the pen that writes our love's sweet tale?