What right have I to ask

What right have I to ask of you again
The same things that I've asked a hundred times—
To shim the gaps in daily life, to span
Dark halls with rays of light, to fix my rhymes

That do not scan.  And I could list some more
But you'd get bored and mutter something wan.
You say the bland and hide an inner core
That won't reveal the way you feel. The swan

That glides through every day with seeming ease
Depends on all the ruffles slicked by you
With secret balms.  And all I say is please
Or thank you, now and then, a kiss or two.

No right to ask but when did need say no.
To smoother ways and calmer days I go.