No more similes I can use for a woman
to compare her beauty to the world
No more metaphors I can use for a woman
to express what she really is to me
No more allusions I can use for a woman
to say she’s fairer than Venus
No more ironies I can use for a woman
to hide what I truly feel
No more apostrophes I can use for a woman
to talk to different things madly
No more hyperboles I can use for a woman
to worship her on the pedestal
I am but a wordless poet
No longer can make a better poem
No more odes, no more sonnets
Gerlyn drained them out of me.
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