Why Do I Love Thee? Poem by Sandra Black

Why do I love thee?
Tell me again in so many words
From tip of your nails
To the swashbuckling sword
From the gold and the pearls
To the way your hair curls

But deep down I know
For it doth show
I only adore your curly curls
Besotted am I
And watch them twirl
Along the fingernails
And the pale rose

I thought perhaps twas the eyes
But they just fill me with sighs
I know then it's the sweet goodbyes
Perhaps the dew drops falling
Had me enchanted and reeling

Perhaps it's just the feel of your skin
Perhaps it's something else from within
I ponder and focus
And shut out the noisy locusts

Tis but the words that leave
From the sweet mouth
And then to my heart cleave
Miss them and they make me grieve