I can only play the hand I was dealt So no I'm not sorry for what I've felt Life is nothing short of a gamble And I know I tend to ramble I'm just making the most of what I've got Seeing if you're interested or not Because I find you rather amazing I'm really not the best with the phrasing
I'm a little old fashioned With how I express my passion Though if you would take the time To converse with me past the rhyme I'd hope you'd come to see There's a whole lot more to me Than some scattered paper and ink Allow me to show you how I think
It's a little crazy and far-fetched Enough that I often get shipwrecked I blur my reality and dreams Still don't quite know what it means But with the woman I see Could you really even blame me? I can't imagine anything better Though I fear the day she reads this letter
It's been awhile since I've written something of this length, which I find funny because that's kind of how I began when I started writing poetry. Nice to get back to some of my roots.