The Musician:
I was enticed by you, Music -
I pledged my love to you.
For years I studied you,
But I could not enjoy you.
You came to meet with me,
and I tore you to shreds,
searching your make
Your waste in my wake.
The Poet:
Poetry, my wife, my life
Tragedy, we're rife with strife
Because I devoted myself to you
Meter and rhyme like flames consumed
This love turned formula for you
I sought to know you better.
The Lover:
Love was my discipline
You were my study.
I needed to know:
What made you lovely?
To learn to love better
I pursued and pursued
But in learning those things
I forgot to love you
