The muse only needs to look
into the eyes of the poetess,
the mirror of her poetry
to see how beautiful he is
Why then is he still
doubting himself?

Is it because the poetess too
sometimes still doubts
that she is a muse to her muse
and that she is the one that creates
as well as the one that inspires?

If those two muses
would both fully believe
in themselves and would trust
their reflection in each other’s art,
the love they create would be
even more stunning