A hard question to answer.

You asked me why I like you.
A difficult question indeed.
I cannot single out one virtue.
Neither can I say it's a need.

I choose to spend my time on you,
For I have little else to spend.
I spend what cash I can when due,
But it quickly comes to an end.

My heart quickens when you are near.
My pulse races when we kiss.
The though of losing you fills me with fear.
Your presence is one I know I would miss.

You tolerate my existence with a smile
And a playful tongue and a bashful blush.
I cherish your time, however short the while.
Your caress brings pleasure and a heady rush.

I crave to make you happy
In bed, in work, in life.
At some point, I've dreamt this chappy,
Would man up and make you a wife.

But that time is not right now,
For I have much I need to change,
I need to grow in confidence, somehow,
And bring my finances into range.

With that said, I hope that we can stand
Against the odds which, up, have stacked.
Time will tell and I shall do what I can
To make sure you like me even though I'm cracked.