maybe its her eyes, so warm, so blue.
maybe not at all,
I don't know, but I love her.
maybe its her face, beautiful, but stern.
maybe its not that,
I'm not sure, but I love her.
maybe its her ears, attentive, and careful.
could be something else,
I can't say, but I love her.
maybe its her lips. forming kisses and instructions.
not sure if this is it,
it could be, why I love her.
maybe its her laughter, rich and full, ever contagious
though I strive to hear it,
even sorrow, helps me love her.
maybe its her hands, gentle and helpful
working until weary,
even lazy, I always love her.
could it be her wit? so quick, so sharp
I'd hate to do without it,
but without it, I'd still love her.
maybe its her body, I can't deny it, I sure like it.
it only got me started,
toward the reasons, why I love her.
maybe shes so smart, she'd never say it, but its true.
I couldn't know so much,
but I know, I still love her.
maybe its her love, steadfast... though shaken
though I couldn't bear to lose it,
its not the reason, why I love her.
maybe its the person, the full package, all the contents.
though I never really know for sure,
all the reasons, all the answers,
its all I want to do,
to shout it, to scream it,
to tell her, I love her.
Only a few hours left on April 1st. Wish I had seen this earlier, I would have been posting it everywhere!
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