You could:
Serenade her
Lavish her with expensive wine
Write her exquisite sonnets
Carve your initials in that oak tree
Feed her from white linen tables
Drink from goblets
Whisper your poems into her ear
Bring her coffee with her creamer
Pay her bills
Write her a song
Paint her a masterpiece in her honor
Let her fall asleep in your arms
Declare your undivided attention
Vow your life for hers
Give up all connections
To the outside world
Devout to her an undying
Never ending
Forever more
World
Of
Love
&
She’ll still respond to that text
In the middle of the night
From the guy she said was just
A friend
Her backup fella

‘What’s up?’
‘Nothing...whatsup with you?’
‘You lookin fine...’
‘LOL...thx.’

At 1st Glance of Her
I heard my father’s voice
From when I was a boy

Don't start a fire you don’t know how to put out

At 2nd Glance of Her
She pierced my heart & soul
With a forlorn smile
&
I knew my ship would
Go down in flames sometime
In the middle of the night

But I didn’t care

My river was black
Before she swam in it
Drowning in me
Without asking to be saved

Now my waters have reached
The seas
As she courses
Through my veins

I have writer’s block

Not in the sense that you
Think it means
Because I could write all day
About her virtues
Her beauty
Her eloquence
Her
&
Nothing but

Only
All the beautiful words
&
Phrases in the world
Put together
Couldn’t make her
HER
materialize in front of me

So I block it out
The only way a writer knows how

By writing it down

It’s a curse

She doesn’t know it but her best poetry is yet to come...
She knows it
Those lines will have magical colors...
And they won’t have me
Anywhere in them