"I CAN'T MARRY A POETESS" BY POET THE MIRROR

I can’t marry a poetess,  

Her words would weave a tangled web,  

With metaphors, she'd capture me,  

Yet in her lines, I'm just a ebb.  

I can’t marry a poetess,  

Her heart beats in a sonnet’s rhyme,  

Each whisper laced with longing’s breath,  

Yet all her stanzas steal my time.  

Her ink spills secrets of a mind,  

That charts the stars but loses sight,  

Of simple joys, of love entwined,  

In every couplet, shadows fight.  

Oh, a poetess finds beauty in pain,  

Each verse a storm, each simile a flood,  

I'll drown in the depth of her refrain,  

And lose myself in her well of blood.  

I can’t marry a poetess,  

For passion blooms in every line,  

A haunting echo in the night,  

Where silence speaks, love can't confine.  

So let her write, let her create,  

In parchment dreams, where wishes flow,  

But choose I must, before too late,  

To seek the warmth of love, not woe.  

© POET THE MIRROR 

- Kenya

The poet persona says he cannot marry a poetess. The bard says a poetess life is full of artistry, she might not be truly in love. The speaker thinks a poetess would run a romantic passion from only creativity and nothing too serious.