To be held in your considerate heart
Am I worth?
For this brute, has just one thought,
That is to kill discipline, tradition, and God
To be recited in your mellowed words
Am I worth?
For my name has no fame, it is a shame
It is too complex and too broad
To be in your shrine though for a moment
Am I worth?
For my abode isn’t so pure to allure you
It is too stinky with love to endure you
To be looked upon by your looks
Am I worth?
For my figure is too lean and mean
That a look cannot capture it
To be with you, tell me this
Am I worth?
For I have no money or gold
I just have the love that never ruptures you
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