I Love thee; why, I cannot tell.
A thousand nameless winning ways
Around thee weave their magic spell,
And make words poor to speak thy praise.
I love thee; not because thine eyes
Are matched by heaven's celestial blue,
But in thy trustful look there lies
Th' unspoken promise to be true.
I love thee for some subtle charm
That seems to draw my heart to thine;
Thy voice and look my fears disarm,
And tell me thou art only mine.
I love thee; not for wealth or fame —
No worldly wish holds thought of thee;
And since thy heart reveals the same,
How bright with hope our lives may be!
