Would I date me? Why wouldn't I?
I am imperfect, clueless, weird and spry
I love my flowers on the vine,
Not in bouquets or vases which shine.

Would I date me? Why wouldn't I?
I have a fireproof heart and no roving eye.
I am loyal to truth, not to comfort or trend,
And I would rather offend than politely pretend.

Would I date me? Why wouldn't I?
It’s difficult to meet such a guy
Who will quote Rumi mid-flirt, roast your aura,
Then vanish to write about civil euphoria.