Marry

Oh, Marry, my love, my heart's desire, You refused to marry me, citing poverty's fire. I don't deny my current state, my humble means, But have you seen the future, the dreams I've gleaned? The bright horizon beckons, a promise of tomorrow, A future where love and fortune may bestow. Though born in humble circumstances, I won't be defined, For life can change in an instant, like a shifting tide. You refused me, Marry, due to my attire, The way I look, the exterior, not the heart's fire. I work tirelessly, striving to ascend, To shed the skin of poverty, and let my spirit transcend. I haven't found the jackpot, the fortune I've sought, But there's no shame in trying, in pursuing what I've caught. Oh, Marry, I promised to swim every ocean's tide, To climb every mountain, to brave the stormy night. If it means having you, my love, my guiding star, I'll traverse deserts, cross rivers wide and far. I'm just a seed waiting to germinate, A flower awaiting its bloom, a king awaiting his fate. I have a dream, trust me, a vision of our future bright, A life filled with love, laughter, and endless delight. There's much I aim to accomplish, to build and to create, A life that's worthy of your love, a life that's worth