Poetic Interlude XL

Triptych
 


How could you possibly love me,
You slight young slip of a boy?
You don’t even know me from Adam;
I’m aging, and comfortably coy -
And yet, I enjoy the attention
(I never was Helen of Troy).
 

If you’re toying with me for the money,
Good luck, boy – it’s already spent -
Or maybe you think I’ve got talent
(And I may, to a certain extent) -

Whatever the insane attraction,
I doubt that I’ll dare to relent.
 
I suppose I’ll submit to seduction;
I admit I’ll allow your allure.
Don’t think you can rest on your laurels -
I’ll always remain insecure.
How could you possibly love me?
You might, but it’s still premature.
 
 
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