I LOVE you -- not because your lips Are sweetly curved like Cupid's bow; But for the words they softly frame, Tender and loving, sweet and low. I love you -- not because your hand Is small and dimpled, soft and warm; But for its pressure, mute caress, I'd gladly brave life's hardest storm. I love you -- not because your eyes Are sparkling, bright, or raven hue; But for your pure, unspotted soul Which looks those virgin windows through. |