You hate me
You would never date me
Even if I were a golden plate
Your loath is strong
All I do is wrong
As if am poking you with a red hot tong
But you are just a male
As irrelevant as a P.O BOX mail
You’ll never bail my tail; just waiting to hail my fail
You are not key
You are just but thee
Like a desert priding in a quay
I may not be without defect
In fact am imperfect
Very far from the finished project
But She'll love me like a dove
They’ll treasure me like a clove
Even if aside you shove me like a derelict stove
Tomorrow the sun will rise, even if just to spite the ice
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