I could be, you know,
her Cyrano,
(albeit, I suppose,
without the pronounced nose.)

I mean, I do have one,
(most breathing men do),
but the nom de plume’s for fun,
not some large thing I often blew.

For a true poet, instead,
may pose as Cyrano to discuss
the improv poetry in his head;
NOT his proboscis!

I hope she’ll consider if she’d soon deign to meet,
where I will woo her with words witty and sweet.

What? She sent no response?
I am such a dunce
To write what I shared;
To think that she cared.
A lesson should be learned once.

“U r 2 controlling”, she’d say./
“U always get your own way.”/
So when she said: “Someone new/
would b much better 4u”,/
I agreeingly said “OK”!

Maybe someday, he/
thinks, he’ll find someone who thinks /
he’s worth the effort.

I put her in a coma;/
turned her in2 goo./
With just a tiny poke!/
What will longer do?/

With more time 4 romance,/
2 say how I felt./
Should I chance/
she may melt?

Until she gets coffee,/
I am all she has to get /
to get her going.

The body of goo/
needs a screw /
or a Frankenstein bolt/
to give it the jolt/
to carry it through.

Tight, screaming pain grips/
my calf and awakens me./
I need bananas!

As morning slumber/
lays on your eyes, let my words/
brightly dawn your day.

Sometimes the opportunity comes to self-evaluate. I think if you say something profound about yourself, you should capture and share it… where others can agree (or disagree!)
1) I’m not rich
2) I’m not overly handsome
3) I’m extremely generous with what I have, but I don’t have much.
4) What I have, including time, creativity, spirituality, romance, the ability to goo, poetry, humor, caring, charity, helping, a kind and generous heart, an uplifting and helpful spirit, I have given and will give with all my heart.