You let a poet fall in love with you?
And you have fallen for him as well?
Do you want your name to be imprinted
in eternal scrolls, and passed like a baton
from generation to generation in the grace
of his lines?

Do you want your beauty, smile, soul, grace
And every good thing you exude
To be captured into metaphors encrypted in his poems?
Do you want to live in the heart of all and sundry
who loves the poet?

A poet is a high priest on the sanctuary of oral oblations,
who captures both mortal and immortal hearts
With the charm of his craft,
His muse proceeds from everything that touches his heart
For in his heart, his poetry beats
The poem is the life of the poet

So if you touch the heart of a poet,
The prints of your soul becomes an indellible residue
An article of his hearty professions
Of timeless words that reverbate endlessly
Beyond his mortality and yours
Now, did you just say you let a poet
Fall in love with you?