I love you.. But Im not your desire

Fly high my love.
With passion and fire.
I know Im not the one you desire.
No beauty to show, or brains to speak.
Might as well strap on some feathers and beak.
No pretty eyes to stare into so deap.
Sitting besides you, a dull heap.
No cheerful voice, lingering melodically.
I speak out, sounds of idiocity.
No perfect skin, soft and glowing.
Makeup covered, not for showing.
No to die for smile, warming and pretty.
A awkward smirk, some words if witty.
No gorgeous lips, that pull you in.
Just normal and dry, but heres the spin...
I have the love, the passion, the romance.
When she, to be honest, is after your pants.
I'll write you a poem, it sing you a song.
Shell steal my words, but the feeling is wrong.
I'll listen to your every word
She'll repeat you, mocking bird.
Tell me anything, comfertably.
fight with her, repetively.