I believed that nobody could love me.
Nobody.
I believed myself unloveable,
and unappealing.
A trouble sort of vagabond
who upon his weary road had wondered
too far astray from the ordinary
to be considered a decent catch.
I spent years and years believing
that there was no point in trying
to find a mate who didn't hate
my mannerisms and failings.
But then I found you
Stevanne.
You are all that I need.
You see me as I don't see me,
and you help me be the man I be.
Now I am not a confident man
and I don't want to be too forward.
But the truth of the matter is that I've never felt so loved
by another member of the human clan.
What do you see in me?
what is it that draws thee?
How is it that you love me?
Stevanne, Stevanne.
I love thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am so very happy for you Jeff. NEVER sell yourself short! I knew from the first time I met you that you were a special young man and you have only impressed me more as time has passed. Tell her that you love her, you knucklehead! : -)