Quizás, Porque

Maybe because I'm not a good poet
Can I ask you to stay still?
Until I finish these words

Maybe because I'm not a great artist
I can say: Your painting is ready
And give it to you, proud, this bastard

Maybe because I'm not from the nobility
I can name you my queen and princess
And give you crowns of cigarette paper

Maybe because I'm a bad businessman
I don't ask for anything in exchange for giving you
The little I have, my life and my dreams

Maybe because I'm not a good soldier
I let you attack from the front and the side
When we discuss our projects

Maybe because I'm nothing like that
It's just that today you are here in my bed