Inspi-Ration

Some call her muse, some call her whore,
others divine, still more a drug
the quintessence to few, but a nuisance to more
known as the thrill, or even bug.

She may seem distant, she's so close,
she taunts and leaves u all alone.
The lowliest trash, the delicate rose,
the love hotel, your childhood home.

Some call her dove, but more a fairy,
nonexistent she's deemed by lots.
To some she's moody,and others view her merry,
devious and out of sight to plot.

She may hide in the street,on a passersby rant,
you can find her in a book,a movie or a tree.
She may be life, a painting or the cat in the hat
But she's always a woman for me.