Sad Sack Poet

Finally, I am a sad sack poet. 

Many a time, I had proffered you my heart, but much to my gloom, I had never succeeded to get your nod. 

Your reprimand, your unwelcoming response had vanquished me. 

My dreams had mingled in the dust.

I had indited many a poem for you, but nothing had impressed you and I had become a man of mockery among my friends. 

I don't know why my good looks, 

my innocence and my true love had never coaxed you to lean towards me.

Arousing in you the staunchest love had become a Herculean task. 

Yes, I am the biggest failure, 

neither my so-called debonair personality nor my alluring poetry had carved a niche in your heart. 

But I want to convey the truth to your hatred that in spite of all your disapproval 

I truly love you and if in your eyes, 

I deserve to be a sad sack, 

I want to remain sad sack, 

I want to remain as your sad-sack poet until my survival in this mortal world.