Fat chance

I’m beginning to see the light — 
You bore my presence thro’ kindness; 
It seemed love to my cock-eyed sight — 
The dreams I saw were pure blindness.

How could I have been so absurd
As to think I could win your hand?! 
And all that time you breathed no word 
Of the folly you had to stand —

Though you love me not, you still care 
About not causing me sorrow:
I know that by the warnings fair
You gave me to soften the blow.

You gently hinted about a fat chance — 
Now I know that was your answer; 
I’m sorry I was such a dope — 
I’ll stop being such a bother.