Disclaimer: I own no part of "Moulin Rouge" and such, but I assure you, it owns a part of me.

My muse

Sunshine and moonglow,

Starlight and diamonds aglow,

All of life's beauty, all of its flow,

A poet should be in-love, with all the earth's show,

Of its inspiration and of its row,

Row of life and its passion asew,

But still my muse is not of that sort,

She is timeless,

At least in my heart,

We are forever, though we now are apart,

But I hold on to my one and only,

Until we are reunited, I'll endure being lonely.