Dare I sit and contemplate
How beautiful a star,
Or how the raindrops splatter
Everywhere but where you are,
Or whether bread and butter,
Or jam and toast for tea,
Or whether you will ever
Condescend to speak with me.
Dare I Dearest? Dare I
Condescend to speak with thee?
Little matters rankle
Between the two of us.
O'er every little issue
It seems you cause a fuss,
And I too, to be truthful,
O'er every tiny thing
With count'nance forced cheerful
A strain of discord bring.
Dare I hope, my Dearest,
Someone compromise might bring?
For if I must be truthful,
And truthful be, I must,
I find that all my arguments
Contain a hint of lust;
And mayhaps something deeper,
Though I know not what that be,
And as I sit and watch you,
I wonder too, "does she?"
Do you, Dearest, do you?
Do you feel this, just as me?
I'm not a man of feelings,
Emotions, yes, I know,
But they have never ruled me
Nor hate nor joy nor woe.
But now that I am near you
The spectrum I traverse,
To you, my little lady
My reaction is adverse!
Yet, my Dearest, never
Would I leave you, I'd be worse!
Somehow here there must now be
A way to solve our fight.
Do you think that maybe,
Dearest, do you think you might;
If I asked you nicely,
Was polite as I could be;
Dearest, would you, Darling,
It would make my bliss to see,
If you would, my Darling,
Give consent to marry me?