Always the Poet, Never the Muse

There always lies the question

the poet or the muse?

to give my heart through letters

to wash his muddy shoes

to show him of our kingdom

how deep his fire burn

to give him from my center

for nothing in return

I sing of him like olden

do sing of Juliet

the one her lover had and

the one I'll never get

There always lies a question

which answer I refuse

and so who am I with him

the poet or the muse?

CCHIO