I easily vanquish my bumptious foes
Effortlessly delivering crippling blows.
They lose their will to fight;
With indignant stares they take flight.
Then she comes around;
My words are lost: there is no sound.
She simply wins: I am subdued
Just from her uncanny pulchritude.
I have found my weakness: a simple laugh
From the one I want as my better half.
After every futile effort I come back for more
Constantly hoping I’m not a total bore.
I make paradoxical statements and miss allusions;
Just feeling awkward while my ego suffers contusions.
Yet every time I return again: I must be a masochist
The repeated social blunders would make anyone a misogynist.
With my jumbled words I can’t be indignant;
In fact around her I feel a bit ignorant.
I am lost as to what makes her so gorgeous;
She does not try; she is not meretricious.
That brings me to think that the cause is my mind
Because it cannot be the way the stars are aligned.