A Hopeful Loser's Complaint

Why am I a love-sick, dead-broke loser in love with a rich and affluent girl? A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her? (I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!) I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich, youthful and full of promise and prospects (for her): but I'm none of the above, which makes us at best love's unlikely suspects. Ironic that the love of my bleak life is beyond my abject, penniless reach and past my hope of her being my wife: barriers that harsh Fate won't let me breach. But God they say can move heaven and earth for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals; now and anon He moves those hearts of worth which He wills and unites as entwined souls.