Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

  Sitting, waiting nothing to lose, pondering on my missing muse. Faint and fickle without a trace return to me reveal thy face. Long has it been since she inspired, this poet heart is weak and tired. Patiently here,  with glass of wine, come back once more oh muse of mine.  Pretty, pretty please? Kristina M. Hooper, 8/3/2022