WHY I LOVE HER

Why do I love my sweetheart? Well

I really never tried to tell.

I love her mayhap for her smile,

So innocent and free from guile.

Perhaps I love her for her mien,

So calmly cheerful and serene;

Or it may be her silken hair,

First caught and tangled Cupid there.

And since I came to analyse;

Her chiefest beauty is her eyes.

Her mouth, too, that is Cupid's bow —

Perhaps that's why I love her so.

And now I think of it, her voice

First made my rusty heart rejoice

And then her hand —‘ tis my belief

It quite outvies the lily leaf.

Perhaps I love her for her ways

That blend in with the sunny days.

Tush — to be brief and plain with you,

I love her just because I do.