I don't date much. Mostly because I am convinced that women are not attracted to me. There are many reasons for this, some probably legitimate, some probably not. Regardless it keeps me from asking women out. The other side of the equation is that I tend to be a great acquaintance, a wonderful close friend, and extremely awkward at everything else...which makes it difficult to get from one to the other, especially with the fairer sex. Regardless this poem is a reflection upon the vast limitations I see in myself and my potential desirability. I hope that it doesn't sound like moping, that is not the intention. The intention is, instead, self-exposure...the result of which I am unsure, but I suppose I will find out soon enough.
I am not wealthy
I am not wise
Nor brave, nor strong, nor good
Would that I were all these things
Or e'en any two or three
If only to be what you desire
What little weakness I may hold
and in my poverty should keep
I shall gladly share with you
What little courage I possess
I'll gladly spend on you
Ever, in comfort, you to hold
I cannot promise much
Raising empty hands in offer
But I would share all I am with you
All I am is yours
Though little it may be
If you would but share your life with me
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