Where oh where are you my beloved muse?
I cannot bleed words if you stubbornly hide yourself in the darkest abyss. I invoke you, my beloved muse. Come show yourself and end this longing. Put a stop to this yearning. It is time, my love. I need you. Oh yes, I do need you to guide me and offer words of wisdom, of faith, of love.
You, my muse is the key to opening the safe that holds all words sacred and real. Come to me now and help me spill ink. Make these words soaked in tears become visible on parchments. Let me write again.
Let me write of love, let me write of pain.
My love, let me write of you again.