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As I see you, I will form you

By your face, my pencil is my heart

As I feel you, I’ll create you

In the sky I’ll paint you as my art

By my power, I invoke you

On my canvas you will come to being

As the tenth muse, unrequited

Use my skill in secret honouring

So I draw you, I implore you

I am tenth, for muse of art I am

I am near you, always present

Though my flesh is from a foreign land

I’m the tenth muse, undetected

For my art lives only in your grace

You’re mine own muse, for I love you

And my mirth, I find it in your face

Do you see me? Do you feel me?

As I haunt the poetry you write

Muse of music, not a fair one

At your feet, my pencil is your might