To Love A Poet

Ohh, they talk about getting loved by a poet

But ohh my dear, to love a poet—

It's hard to love,

But harder to believe.

To love a poet is

To love a storm indeed,

They may be in love,

But won't let it rise.

They push 'em far,

They let 'em go,

And still not show

The slightest glow.

They pen your smile,

But not your name,

They burn in silence,

And call it fame.

They’ll write you skies

With words so deep—

But never promise

The stars they keep.

So if you fall, fall not too fast,

For poets love like shadows cast—

Flickering, fading, yet always near,

Whispering truths you’ll never hear.