Why am I a dead broke, love-sick loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but I'm none of the above, which
makes us at best love's unusual suspects.
Ironic that the love of my bleak life
is beyond my abject, penniless reach
and past my hope of her being my wife--
barriers that fate won't let me breach.
(But God they say can move heaven and Earth
for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals:
now and again He finds those hearts of worth
which He wills and unites as conjoined souls!)
1.) poembender; 2.) Romantic motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem II !" Contest