The Plight Of A Would Be Hallmark Card Writer

As much as I might want to fuck you
Just that word would be quite unfair
For you thinking I don't value your essence
Much more then maybe is fair

Silly it may seem to attach serious meaning
To a pairing which is now so remote
Not content would I be in knowing
An one-night stand was all we wrote

I admit I am not the world's greatest
In romantic display and the like
Certain I am that my deeds are sincere
A treasure in just holding you tight

For if I knew not of your beauty
Which graces the start of each day
In the sense of all that is physical
Still a call would lead me ever your way

I don't want simply to take you
If fire's warmth ends with one flow
But rather in continued encounters
Many doors we can open and go

A million miles won't prevent me from stating
Desire's call of more then trite lust
Expanded so my definition of a pairing
Immune we could be to the tragedy of rust?