Men Aren't Poets

Men aren't poets or at least mine isn't. He's not an artist or a writer or anything of the sort. I could wish on every star he were, But I cannot make my man a poet. He cannot tell me what he likes about me or why I make him happy. He cannot love me through his heart to the sun. He will never write me a letter or draw me a picture. He will not change for me, And I cannot make him. As much as I wish, I will never be his muse. As much as I wish, there will never be a star bright enough to make my man a poet.