Why do I love you?
Well, it could be
Because you’re
beautiful
Or that you’re funny
It could perhaps be
That you laugh at my
jokes
Or that you chose me
When there are better
blokes
It might be because
You’re caring and
sharing
Or of modest
disposition
Though cautiously
daring
Why do I love you?
It could quite easily
be
Your wisdom and
intelligence
Or that you’re pretty
and witty
But it doesn’t matter
What superlatives I
apply
Or how long the list
of traits
And attributes that I
supply
You wouldn’t recognize
them
The wonderful girl I
see
Would be a stranger to
you
Such is your modesty
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