Love Poem: Y?

Y?

Yes, so many muses, lovely and bright-
so how come you learn not from them?

There is really no better muse to read
than written from the heart of a poet.

When you seek of my own lips for you
seem to follow me, day by day, ‘til we 

unknowingly, kiss the end of hour. Why 
not give your self a chance, to feel how 

good it is to hold hand in hand, sealed
with love and passion. Ah, let my muses 

                                                           speak!