My Muse adores, a poem for Mike by Tracy Diane Miller

For a poet
Is there a lack of inspiration to face
From buried words
A mind will chase

Gratefully My Muse adores
A special guy
Whose compassionate spirit
Allows my words to soar high

His name is Mike
He makes me smile
A wonderful joy
To last awhile

My Muse adores
His kindness
His humor
Mike is a gift
Offering all who know him
Quite a lift

My Muse adores
My Muse finds joy
In Mike
My friend
Such inspiration
Will not end