Inspiration

"You really are the master of the sonnet,"
She smiled, reading the words that he'd set down,
"Just like my muse," he answered, "to think on it:
How words express the feelings we have found;
You're the mistress of all my emotion,
You're the princess, seeking out the throne;
And, even if you wait across an ocean,
I find the sense of you enough to hone
The sentences like sculptures; ideas chisel
New ways to launch a thousand ships and more;
Count yourself engaged; there's no dismissal,
Since the concept of you surely'd restore
The hopes, dreams and idylls: these come faster
When you're the inspiration of the master."