When I walk in the room,
and see you sitting there,
I can't help but stare,
at your beauty.

Your smile from ear to ear,
and your gorgeous eyes, my dear,
leave me with a feeling,
of elation.

But I can't help but feel,
that I am letting you down.
I know I'm not the definition,
of perfection.

But when I hear you say,
you love me,
I don't know whether to be glad,
or feel lucky.

But you, on the other hand,
you want perfect, there she stands.
Right in front of me,
as I kiss her lips softly.

I can never be,
all she wants me to be,
but I can try the best I can,
try to be a better man.

She loves me,
like no other.
So I will do all I can,
because I love her.