She could be deceiving me. I'm not a hardened cynic who
Instinctively detects deceit. Could there be some hidden
Motive behind her beguiling smile, the kisses she bestows
On me? Of course, there could. The hand which reaches
For my own may hope to purloin something from it. What
That might be, I don't know, as I am not a man whose looks
Or wealth could elevate her status. Maybe she mistakenly
Believes I'm someone who I'm not. Perhaps, but I prefer
To think that she knows who she keeps beside her,
And, though that means she's unwise, she's not deceiving me.