Open Thought

I can’t say I am really lonely, I even can’t think and say that this is growing slowly, All I can justify, is that she is still lovely, Always speaking politely, And that’s what makes me love her completely. I can’t say I am certain, I even know I can’t afford a curtain, I don’t love drawing this pattern, Or even climbing a mountain, But sooner, this, I will be able to ascertain. I might not be, in this, well gifted, But I know, I can’t be that complicated, Because with time I will be nominated, And never will I be pointed, Rather I shall be congratulated. When that time comes, I hope in her, good deeds I will, her, infect, Her lifestyle, I hope never to affect, But rather, see no defect, Rather take her wholly and term her, perfect, Because that’s what I can be good at, when I am in my perfect.