Do Poets Really Love?

Once a poet fell in love,
When he recalls the incidents he must laugh,
From the looks nobody was rough,
For each lady had promised to be his half,
And in his absence stand on his behalf.

The poet fell in love, not once but many times,
The poet fell in love, with not one but many ladies,
Little did he know that he didn't have wings to fly,
For the ocean in which he had fallen was too deep and not easy to dry.

The poet fell in love with the blind,
She could read his poems but couldn't understand,
The sweet love poems concluded it all,
The vibes in them made her see in him a whore,
He must have been playing behind her back,
Trust was lost.

The poet fell in love with the faithful,
He thought he was full,
But she came across his heartbreaking poems,
And foreshadowed their affair,
She could see the omega of it,
So she took to her heels,
To save her tender heart.

The poet fell in love with a poetess,
They saw the future in their pens,
For their thoughts were similar,
Though every argument ended on paper,
And the public got the whole picture,
Hence parting ways was the only alternative,

Nobody can fall in love with a poet,
Not even a fellow poetess can,
They are hard to comprehend,
Though his feelings were true,
He couldn't fall in love again,
The poet didn't cheat on them....He gave up.