Lynched by love

If I had a wine glass, to you I would toast.
 
if I had a trophy buck, to you I'd boast.

If I had a knack for writing love stories, for you I would write.

And if I had a boxers frame, for thee I would fight.

But I have no wine so there will not be a cheer
.
 I don't have a hunters grace so I'll never shoot a deer.

I haven't got a writers hand so I will write in vain
.
I know not how to fight , It will only cause me pain.

Your love is a noose and I've tied the loops

I've spent my time jumping through hoops.

But I would do anything to earn your favor.

That's why every moment with you is one I savor.

At the end of your rope I probably seem pathetic

And also I'm a type one Diabetic.