I had hoped they would see through my numb, dumb face to how I meant well, and be grateful.

I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.

Love Compared from Arabic Poetry