If I were taller, maybe she would look,

or managed to reduce my weight a bit.

The trouble is, I really like to cook;

with what I eat, I never will be fit.

Instead of showing off my ready wit

I’m so tongue-tied I’ll never make her see.

Despite all this, I know I just won’t quit

believing she’s the only one for me,

and if there was some hope, I’d love her endlessly.

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