Chance

Chance



You ask that I write you a love poem
when so many times I have done this before.
To pour out my heart in a love poem
to end up looking at a closed door.

If I held out my hand would you take it?
If I asked for that dance would you let it be so?
Would you get past the bad to see anything good
or simply be as the rest and follow?

I can write of these words many times over.
You say you want romance,
well I can make that come true
but you have to be willing to take me as I am
the same way that I accept you.

Everyone is wanting perfection.
There is no way to win still we foolishly try
though few seem to ever really make it
and that is because they only see with their eyes.

I have the looks, you tell me this is so
but the internal damage you just cannot get past
and because this is so love I will never know
but I will no longer think I am coming up last.

Yes I will still write for you.
I will hold out my hand.
But I will never expect to receive that dance.
You say you want romance,
well it has been right here
but you simply will not give me a chance.


--msl2022