My inspirational muse, how brilliantly you amuse me.
Gold in color, bold in honor.
My easy expression, you erase my depression.
The only time you are still, is when I am ill.
My quill my voice, the reason am heard.
The reason am dubbed with a poetic laureate.
And when my poetic quest on earth has ended
I shall humbly sing your praise to the angels,
And on earth my will I will, only to my quill.