It’s hard to write poetry about her cause she is poetry and that’s about her:—

She is the rhyme that gives this empty soul rhythm..
the metaphor that give this piece of life meaning..

A diction that’s my addiction..
A **** symphony of syntax..

A connotation that cleanses and an alliteration that fixes..

She is the word that forms the frame of my poem’s fame.. she gives this meaningless mumble a name.

She asks, “baby, why don’t you write any poetry about me.” I answer, “you are poetry and that’s about you.”