Wooing my Muse

Oh Muse
Why do I no longer feel your warmth?
Your love
Your arms wrapped around my creativity?

My art needs you to release it
My poetry will die a terrible death without you

You are my lifeblood
The one that makes me sing

You pull the words out of me
And leave me free

How can I serenade you?
Woo you to me again?

Do you just need to hear the words?
And feel the opening of my heart?

Take these words as your own then
For once they leave
They are no longer mine:
Muse, will you be my Valentine?