I long to be the muse
    The lover he does choose
    The one to sing his lovely songs
    As he holds me all night long

    I wish to be the muse
    That swiftly moves his pen
    The woman dreams are made of
    His true love and his friend

    I'd die to be the muse
    Inspiring him so
    If he only knew, once in his arms
    He'd never let me go

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...