What can I offer her?

One cold evening on a Saturday in life
I met a girl I have dreamt of to make my wife
The blanket of the sky warmed the moon
I knew I’ll meet her someday but not so soon
I have always pictured a diva with immense beauty
Then charming her to be mine will be my duty
She shines so bright, the sun should hide its face
Her swagger and aura took hostage of the place
But she neither charmed nor intrigued when we came eye to eye
I said “hi” and she reluctantly replied “hi”
All of a sudden, muscle pull embraced my lips
As I drank disappointment in sips
I became empty like a two paged book
And gave her the same uninteresting look
Tears warmed my eyes but I was still acting bold
Thoughts got me sweating under the night cold
She is indeed all I have wished for and more
She is a goddess, the most sophisticated I ever saw
But the question is, WHAT CAN I OFFER HER?
The smarter me, the tougher her
Now I lie down like a soured soup on the table
It’s a wonder how thoughts of a woman can be able
To unnerve a man, turn pillow to stones
Skinpores to rivers, disjoint my bones
But finally, WHAT CAN I OFFER HER?

Your heart?