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I can’t marry a poet
For he knows his way with words
and his chats with me sugar coated
With bouquet of sweet rhymes
Our quarrel will be written down
with much ambiguity
and his apologies would flow with stanzas of sweet words after our fight

I can’t marry a poet
For he will put words in my mouth
and make me a follower of his imaginations
For his thoughts are cliche
and his days spent lovingly
Caressing the smoothness of his pen

I can’t marry a poet
Heck! He will forsake me
for the sizzling feeling of flying words
For his reality is in his imaginations
and way of life his written thoughts

Esther. A