Because I'm not the kind of guy
Who's given to outrageous lies,
I'd like to think you'd find me dear.
But sex I want to engineer,
And plans, sometimes, go all awry—
Delights I thought we'd love to try
Require me to be too spry
For aging muscles, limbs. My sphere,
It seems that's not.
So let me simply stroke your thigh,
Gaze moonily into your eyes.
I am not one for Love's Frontier,
Apparently, but I'm sincere:
I'll love you 'til the day I die,
And I am not.