My Muse?

I am so Puzzled,
Rightfully, I am Muddled.
A lack of words have I
For no Muse is in my eye.

I write of love and beauty you see,
Except for when I'm lost and lonely
I appear all too well,
My heart to empty to tell.

Even in this, I've found a few words.
To express myself unlike some nerds.
Silly this appears to me to be.
With lack of truth it attacks me.

My Muse, it must be me.
I must love me before I love thee.
Before I write words of love to you,
So that I know this love is true.

Today I work on loving me.
Providing love I can see,
So when it's time God can say,
"She's the one going your way."