A Man More

I thought about writing this as a sonnet, but decided against it. What do you think? Should I rewrite it as one?
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If I saw a man more handsome than you,
My eyes would crust over and blindness
Would afflict me forever.

If I heard a man sing more sweetly than you,
I could never pull myself away,
And would beg for him to continue eternally.

If I spoke with a man more intelligent than you,
My brain would combust, or maybe melt,
And trickle out my ears onto my toes.

If I danced with a man more swift than you,
The air beneath my feet would lift me up
And away into the clouds, or ceiling, depending.

If I beheld the strength of a man more strong than you,
My feminist empowerment would shrivel
And I would faint, cheeks flushed.

If I observed a man more upright than you,
I would constantly follow at his heels
As his puppy-dog and disciple.

If indeed a man exists more wonderful than you,
More wonderful in any or every way,
He would surely be entirely uninterested in me.


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God bless.