Marry a poetess,
And prepare to be in poems you didn't sign up for.
Burn the toast?
She'll write about it.
Forget her birthday?
There's a sad sonnet with your name on it.
She'll turn arguments into haikus,
your bad jokes into tragic metaphors,
and your messy hair into a symbol of lost youth.
One day you're a hero,
the next you're a cautionary tale.
You'll never win a fight
she has better words.
Marrying a poetess may cause unexpected side effects.
You might wake up famous —
in a poem about your snoring.
Your emotional breakdown at 2 A.M.?
Immortalized in free verse.
Marry a poetess,
but know
you're dating a woman
with a thousand pens
and zero chill.
Proceed with caution.
And maybe... buy her a journal.
Lots of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one! : ) Sounds accurate!