Do not fall in love with a poet
only to take their heart and throw it
though the pain gives them plenty to write
they'd stake the rhyme to behold you again in sight
so covet them under constellations bright and true
upon a canvas of midnight blue
through obsidian skies their eyes shall roam
in search for Love's true poem
and of true affections never let them taste.
to rhyme and meter, they lead their lives to waste
better to be blind then be blinded by sunlight
better to never have seen you then to have beheld you once in sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain gives them plenty to write! ! Nice work.