The muse

The lover asks, who are you?
His heart suddenly feeling light
Unknown to him, an angel had entered
Whose face burns shining bright

Shine of her eyes, Color of her dress
Smell of her flowers, Touch of her hand
Sheer presence electrifies the environs
Feels like a fairy with a magic wand

Here I sit penning this...
With absolutely no clues
Oh lord !! Poet had become the lover
Wondering when she became his muse