It is true
I love you,
Sweetheart,
Not because
You have
A pretty face
With large,
Blue eyes
Like the color
Of the skies,
And delicious
Sultry lips
Made of soft,
Red tulips.
I love you,
My beloved,
Not for
The music
In your voice
Which falls,
From your lips
Like sweet,
Passion fruit.
Nor for
Your elegant
Long neck
Like a swan.
I love you,
My darling,
Not for this
Nor for that;
For this
Kind of love Is not
A real love.
I love you,
Dearest one,
For what I can see
With the eye
Of my heart
Deep within
Your skin,
And beyond
The color,
And the size
Of your eyes,
And your lips.
I love you,
My love,
For the sake
Of love,
And for you.