Luck is a Lady, and chance knocks but once.
I seem a gentleman yet soon sloth will catch me up.
My dream is a woman to love and hold.
Yet I fear those who would dare see me out.
Of masks I have plenty except for her.
For her, she must see me as is with no deception.
That would be my best relief and worst fear.
She would have no deception to see, only the real me.
All the walls would be blown away for her.
There would be no barrier for her to be blocked by.
Her love must be fully true to me whole.
For without distraction, I become a fragile being.

Yet if her love is true for me whole with no doubt,
My life is too little to pay for her happiness.

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