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 ...
Striving to be a Samwise Gamgee in a world of Smeagols.