Whats an artist without his muse,

Or a ballerina without her shoes,

There are things in life that you may choose,
But you are someone I never want to lose,

The muse sits for hours without thanks,

Her grace and poise upon what the artist banks,
The ways in which you have been there for me,
I wish I could show you what you mean to me,

The ballerina exhibits a quiet grace,

Her moves match the gentle smile on her face,
The anchor to my ship you always are,
Without your guidance, Ill be lost afar,

The muse to my painting I ask you to be,

The one that adds depth to my poetry,
The anchor to my ship standing in the sea,
I want to be there for you as you have been for me.