I wish to marry a poor man...

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man whose heart is pure, and all he has to give.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who writes poems, picks wild flowers, dances in the rain.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who will sweat for each penny, a humble man.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who knows he’s not God, but there is a God who is.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who values hard work, and not just shiny things.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who can pay with his pride, so his children get to eat.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who sees the beauty of sunrise, even when dark prevails.

I wish to marry a poor man,
A man who knows he is undeserving, but worthy nonetheless.

I wish to marry a poor man.
A kind, honest and simple man, who knows what it is to love.

And if I ever were to die, in the loving arms of a poor man.
I'd consider if a privilage, to have been loved by such a man.

“I am not a rich man. I’m a poor man with money. There’s a big difference.”
~Love in the Time of Cholera~