Kindred spirits?
   I speak softly...
      You will be angry if you hear.

As I unfold this package, though:
   Seems certain to me:
      All my ducks are in a very neat row.

But I will keep silent,
   And say not a word,
      For fear I turn a bad day into something worse.

I am here, just out of sight:
   I  may nibble, but I will never bite.
      I'll breath in as you breath out;
         Eventually, I hope to quell your doubts.

I may be flawed,
   But certainly not broken;
      I ACT on this,
         My claim more than just spoken.

"What is your claim?" you ask politely,
   "Why do you hold my hand so tightly?"
         Here I pause and honestly confess,
            Like a drowning man holds to his last life vest.

I'm an ordinary man, enraptured by your beauty,
   And to your heart I search for a key.

In this search, I maintain my patience,
   Even in the rain, I will set up my tent.

The actions I take I hope you observe,
   And come to admire my persistent verve;

I am sincere as I reach for your hand,
   Though I know my poetry is hopelessly bland.

Kindred spirits?
   I've said what I can,
      A;ll I can do now is hope you hear it.

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