I Might Not Be Much

I don't claim, to be, what the world, may see, already they know, what's on their list. The absolute measure, of what, to treasure, they believe, truly exist. All I am, is me, who I am, I am definitely. Only my love, I can offer, to you. Genuine is my heart, right from, the start, no matter, all the way, through. Please don't you push on, because it gives, you a cushion, wanting to keep me, at bay. Me you may not find, what you had, you were blind, as you, went on, to send, me away.