possibly

I’ve never swept anyone off their feet
and probably never will
want to do so to anyone more than you

I’d take you to a shed by the sea
slightly rickety but cozy
where the breeze sometimes blows just the right way and

I’d pull you close
against my stubborn belly and
run clumsy fingers through your hair

I’d give you a bracelet, a necklace
a string of souvenirs
from all the places I’ve been without you and

I’d open every door
of my unexceptional life to you
and hold your hand and let you in

I’d write you a poem
and all my poetry would sing of you
slightly off-key but true as I can make it

I know I can't change your life
only show you the world I’d give
anything for you to live in with me