If you cannot win a man over with beauty.
If you cannot win a man over with brilliance,
intelligence, or education.
If you cannot win a man over through ideals,
pots of gold, talk of happy endings.
If you cannot win a man over through manipulations,
through charming well played-out seductions….
Then you must win him over
with words, poems and proses.
For as beauty fades— pretty phrases
are embossed in the mind forever.
While intelligence fails— the written word grows immortal.
When sex appeal dies— the poetess lives on
within story book pages
for ever and ever.
So though I’m no the prettiest girl,
and my spoken word, at times, I stutter…
I shall seduce thee with my pen—
and make you mine forever.