They Say

Poets have miserable love life, they say.

One can be a poet,

Or one can get love, they say.

But, love without poems,

Would be as miserable as a poem without love.

Poets make twice as good lovers as husbands,

A quarter as good as painters,

A few times better than the hippie,

And a million times better than superman.

But, poets don't make husbands, they say.

It's a price one pays for the rhyme,

The words that were not meant to be,

Are strung together in a line,

They curse the poets,

"As long as we're together, you shall never be!"

Never be, never be me.

Poets make brilliant lovers they say,

A lot better than mathematicians and dreamers,

Lovers make the best poets!