The bane of being a poets girl
To know not the sincerity of heartfelt words
With trick of the tongue and slight of the mind
Does the poet just know what buttons to push
Can you trust words from the poets mush

The bane of beings a poets girl
The artisan of affection and wordsmith of joy
Can you be sure you're not just a toy
Does the poet possess a gift for romance
An air and a grace considered in a glance

The bane of being a poets girl
Fear of the truth if ever it be visible
Does the poet meen those tender words
Or are you just prey for linguistic talent
A diviner of words who's ever so gallant

The bane of being a poets girl
Is the poet but a trickster of love
A spinner of anguish into flights of fancy
A bard of the intimate and kind and touching
Who leaves you when done all bereft and wanting