I wish I never met you,

Because I have, I’ve fallen in love.

Love which I cannot tell of to you,

But not because of fear or doubt,

But because I can’t give you what you deserve as a woman.

In this age of our existence,

What can a poor man give a woman who has everything she needs?

You sleep in a pile of comforting fabric,

While I sleep in a pile of torn old boxes.

You eat honey and bath with milk,

While I eat grass and bathe with mud.

Of beauty you are and you shine in smiles every day.

While I cry on the pain of poverty.

I see you in pictures wearing the finest clothes,

While I’m wearing 6-year-old torn jeans.

What can a poor man give a woman who has everything?

Invisible love and a list of words of how much he loves her,

And how many ways he loves her.

I’m speechless, maybe I should let a man who has what you have loved you for me.