Sometimes I think I'm good enough for you,
that I somehow deserve your love for me.
But deep inside I know it isn't true;
my pride and self-assessment disagree.
The mirror laughs when I account my looks.
And wealth? Dear God, I'm barely hanging on.
I've wisdom, yes, but so do many books,
and books will just as likely make you yawn.
Charm and strength and a handsome face may do
for women with a short attention span,
but luckily such things do not fool you,
or I would be a sad and lonely man.
So all that's left is your forgiving grace
that lets me put a smile on your face.
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