Catching a Poetess.

I try to get a poetess, but it is impossible.
They find everything lost in me.
Give them metaphors and similies are expected,
which are still unimpressive, because they simply see
every single thing inside that I try to hide.

Laying traps made of metonymy
that get side stepped,
with lofty dreams that only God and she
don’t buy yet.
I have to have a sense of humor,
but I have to do it ironically!
Fashioning ropes of recurrent motifs
with assistance of assonance
that attempt to wrestle with
her heart. The war is lost because
she wants a forest spot,
after I whisper that I will whisk her
to an island with “a cerulean sky
and invisible water where you and I can go to die.”

Still, though, she resists.
I insist on foreshadowing
but she is challenging my syntax,
saying I’ve misplaced words, in fact
my entire grammatical structure
is off,
so why would I be asking to love her?
I have to elevate my diction
before I can penetrate her fiction.
So I stick to quaint verses
but will they ever be made worth it?