What makes you think that I like you?
Your height, your colouring,
Your grace and beauty, wit and charm.
That's such a soothing balm.
What makes you think I'm fond of you?
Not your delicate nose?
That gently wrinkles when you smile.
Such a lovely profile.
What makes you think I'm drawn to you?
Is it those deep blue eyes?
That flood of limpid blue I see
Where my soul wanders free.
What makes you think I adore you?
The softness of your voice?
Like a soft floating breath of air
Which nothing can compare.
What makes you think I might love you?
Is love only a dream?
That draws you only to chastise
Where the wounded heart cries.
Love, just like a good wine, takes time
To ripen and mature.
It lasts through times, both thick and thin.
True love will always win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your mastery of poetic forms David. This is such a great love poem with great flow. Thanks for sharing. Might I suggest you check out the Poem of the Day today....I think you will appreciate this poet's ability to use rhyme and form. Take care.