Message To the Lover of the Poet

To be in love with a poet Is not an easy thing Try as you might, you’ll never Live up to his dream For the poet isn’t content With love’s status quo You please and you tease him But it’s not enough you know For living there in his mind Is a picture of the divine You know that he longs for her For it's shown in every line The woman of perfection Who is not of this world With raven tresses of hair And slender arms unfurled The poet “sees” this woman And his senses just take leave For her passion is intense Her body rivals that of Eve She is tender and she’s giving Never asking in return She waits for him night and day And it’s for his love she burns She nurtures his desire Fulfills his every whim For she is his possession Remains faithful just to him She sees in him embodied Every single manly trait Each and every need of his She’s sure to satiate Ah…mere mortal woman Who must compete with this muse You find that you fall short And your love’s prone to abuse For who can dare compare With a poet’s romantic dream The siren who sings to him Who floats on clouds of cream Poor lover of the poet Sitting here alone at night Waiting for him to see you To turn on you passion’s light Love him, my sweet, love him For in the end he’s just a man That silly muse of his dreams Can’t caress him, but you can So win him at this love game Make the fires really burn Try to captivate his mind So that it's for YOU he yearns Warn that charming seductress That muse who tries hard to woo That you have a jealous heart And you've made him drink your brew Your body, your soul, your desires Bathe him in all of these Not with words but your hands Make him to do just what you please For a poet is just a man Just a simple man is he Give him all he desires Then watch his love set you free! Eileen Manassian Ghali