THE REASON
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved
I do not love thee for thy mind, although
It is as clear and sharp as in any;
Nor yet do I love thy sweet face to know,
Though it smiles and looks fairer than many.
And I cannot love thee for thy fair form
Nor how gracefully though mov'st, though thou
With thy motion and shape the world adorn;
Nor even thy warm smile such to melt frost.
I cannot even love thee for thine eyes' well,
Which seem to look deeply into my soul.
Those aspects of thee in which I revel
Cannot alone fulfill my heart's black hole.
Rather, for what I am inspir'd to be
By thy love, that causes my love for thee.
