No Better

You are the best that I could ever get
Only because there's no one better left.
Of all the women I have ever met
Or could, you are the best. It is a theft,
Or feels that way, to take you for my own;
I cannot have deserved you, so it must
Be by some trick that you have finally grown
To love me too: I cannot call it just.
Rather I am the author of a sin
To make you mine so far beyond my right,
Nor can I even to myself begin
To justify how you could find delight
In me. So you're the best not just for me,
But out of all the women you could be.