From Mal, To Inara

I ain’t no hand at poetry. I never had th’ time

To polish up my words an’ make ‘em rhyme

Been kickin’ ‘round the fringes, and I ain’t learned to do

Th’ kind’a things to please someone like you

Ever’ time I talk to you it never comes out right

An’ seems I up and hurt you out of spite

Want’a cut my gorram tongue out for th’ hurtful things I say

When you jus’ smile an’ take ‘em every day

I ought‘a say you’re beautiful, I ought‘a say you’re kind

I ought‘a say you drive me out my mind

But all that ever comes out is ‘harlot’, ‘tramp’ or ‘whore’

While ever’ day I want you more an’ more

Th’ courage that I see in you, th’ passion an’ th’ fire

Th’ spirit that supports me when I tire

Why, when you speak my burdens they just kind’a disappear

It’s so easin’ to my heart to have you near

Ain’t never gonna say it right. Won’t never have the skill

Don’t know th’ way to bend words to my will

So I’ll jes’ throw this trash away, and you will never know

Oh, God. My darlin’ girl, I love you so.