Expressions of a poor man

Choice

I think I know what I desire,

And I am truly sorry Ice,

But my heart lies with Fire,

I know after asking my dreams thrice.

I'll go for Fire,

I'll try the Pyre,

I'll write her a poem,

Or sing her a song,

Or keep it simple,

Or make it long.

In any event,

It'll be good,

And I hope she'll consent,

To bringing me livelihood.

If she says no,

It'll be fine,

But if she says yes,

I won't have to pine.

For I think I love her,

But I'm not sure,

So I'll try, and maybe,

She'll warm my heart,

Better than fur.

For Fire warms the heart,

And keeps it alive,

With Fire by my side,

I'll surly strive.

I'll ask her at a meeting,

A meeting of athletes,

I'll be sincere,

Though poems and songs are just sheets.

I hope she says yes,

For Fire, I'll try my best.

My dreams have shown me the way.

-Prosciutto