Love’S Reason

What makes me love you?--Well, In truth, I cannot tell! I love, but know not why-- I only know I do, And shall while I am I And you are you.

It is your voice, maybe, That draws the heart from me And makes it yours alone: Your voice it is--yet, nay, ’Tis not so much your tone As what you say.

Perhaps it is your rare And winsome, happy air, Your eyes of sunny blue, Your silvery laughter glad-- And yet, I love you too When you are sad.

Though sweet your voice, and sweet Your words be, when we meet, And sweet the changeful light Your heaven-deep eyes disclose-- I do not love you quite For these or those.

I love you--yet I try In vain to tell you why! I love you by no laws Men know or ever knew, But just, I think, because You’re simply--you!