I can't marry a poetess
She will act like a goddess
Subdue me like a countess
And give me papers instead of beautiful roses
I can't marry a poetess
She will feed me with papers
Make me drink lyrical vapors
And make me lie on flypapers
I can't marry a poetess
My house will be of poetic lines
Decorated with poems of gothic rhymes
And roofed with classical belles
I can't marry a poetess
In terms of urgent feelings by night
And I demand to take her as right
She will be busy with pen to write
I can't marry a poetess
I am afraid and jealous however
That poems will preserve her forever
And I will be gone forever and ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyable read and good flow of the pen.