Once a poet wrote a song. A song of love. He also made several copies of the song and the sent them to relatives or friends, including the beautiful girl on the other side of the mountain, whom he had met only once.
The second day the girl sent a letter to a boy. The letter said, "The song you wrote for me touched my heart. Now you came here, I mean home and talk about our marriage with my parents?
The poet replied, 'My friend, the love song I have sent you is a love song born in the heart of any poet, which everyman in the world can sing for every woman.
The girl wrote this time, Liar, Heretic's. I will hate all poets to the death only for you.