don't fall in love with a poet

Do not fall in love with a poet, For they’ll craft your soul into their sonnet. Every sigh, each fleeting glance, Captured in words that forever dance. Your laughter will become a song, Your silence, where their lines belong. They'll trace your tears with gentle grace, Immortalizing every face. They'll take your joy and carve it deep, In verses where the shadows creep. Your darkest fears, your wildest dreams, They'll weave them into endless streams. They'll see you not as flesh and bone, But as the muse they've always known. Each whispered word, each soft embrace, Becomes a memory poets chase. But poets love with hearts untamed, And in their fire, you’ll be named. They’ll strip you bare with every phrase, And set you burning in their gaze. When you are gone, still you'll remain, Etched in their lines, as sweet as pain. The pages breathe where you once stood, And time won’t heal as love should. They'll dream of you in quiet nights, And write you into endless lights. The poet’s heart will never cease, To mourn, to crave, to seek release. For love with poets never fades, It lingers on in soft cascades. A phantom kiss, a whispered vow, In every stanza, you're there now. So do not love a poet, dear, For when