Let me tell you why.

In the first place, your projected poem is a plagiarism.

A young German girl, who was not, like you, semi-German, but altogether so, adored Goethe with the rash intoxication of girlhood.

She made him her friend, her religion, her god, knowing at the same time that he was married.
Madame Goethe, a worthy German woman, lent herself to this worship with a sly good-nature which did not cure Bettina.

But what was the end of it all?
The young ecstatic married a man who was younger and handsomer than Goethe.