Cloy

I have no doubt I ought to be with you,
Yet sometimes wonder if you ought to be
For all that I am glad of it, with me.
I must assume you easily could do
Much better, and since I'm so sure that's true
I have to marvel that you happily
Stay with me past all probability
And don't just wander off into the blue
Beyond. I am of course most grateful for
Your sweet indulgence, and it brings me joy,
But yet I wonder when I'll start to cloy,
And you won't want me with you anymore.
But as it hasn't happened yet, there's still
Some hope in me as yet it never will.