From The Lab

A Slight Request

Smile upon me, fair muse,
Give me the gift of one of your faces,
I'd dare not demand who,
I'd be content with one of the graces,
Show me your beauty, pure,
To offer blessings of inspiration,
Dance around this poet,
I'll match your efforts with perspiration;
Any thoughts you could give,
In elegance, I'll interpret your lines,
Fulfilling favors asked
Of me for opportunities divine.