Do you ever suspect that your muse 'gets around'?

My muse visited me last night, and though I may have drunk a bit too much of the manna dew I woke up this morning to read this:

But you see, it came down like this between me and the muse:

I met a lady in the pale moonlight,
Her eyes were wild, the hue of springtime green,
A long-haired beauty neither kind nor mean
With all her skin a flawless milky white.

She kissed my brow, then the unearthly wight
Clasped mine own hand and led me off between
Two silent depths of night I had not seen,
And there I tarried hours in my delight.

I woke this morning, but I have been changed:
Her alchemy has given me such bliss
And ears that hear the world but not as tame.

I’ve never known a peaceful morn like this,
A spot in time so perfectly arranged
That if I fail I’ve no one else to blame.

What gives? Has my muse been unfaithful to me? Does she have a twin? Now don't get me wrong, because Ben is a great guy and if she really loves him more I'd step aside and let them be happy. Still… I thought my green-eyed beauty only had eyes for me…