Lost For Words

I'm a writer, a sucker for flowery words Creating poetry and proses I can afford, Then we met and everything changed My mind went idle, empty in a snap Hands frozen, heart trembling, begging to stop-- I could no longer write, how strange! There's something cryptic about you, can't explain, Can't even put it into words, hopelessly gripping my pen Staring at a blank sheet, crumpling stained papers Why can't I even describe you in metaphors? I'm just a poet, lost for words and what can I do? I'd rather sit here and silently adore you.