If I do love...

If I did love If I did love it would be so glorious so clumsy on a spring afternoon as Shakespeare or Keats as a ungraceful trip caught merely by chance where men love where virtues of women defended defeated any woman may be i do not think i could ever be a fairy queen a fairy queen or disguised to win the heart a plain and poxed face to see where he would read poetry speak words of old black and whites exchange words of strange nerds shows women were made to be wooed women were made to be wooed yet i seek my courtship for many years unwaiting waiting men to woo them watching attractive men walk by If i were to love if i were to love he’d be my man he’d be my man of wax once friend a man like that a man like that waits with riches is hiding for me to find him If I ever did truly love If I ever did truly love