WHY I LOVE HER
Reading edition
Why do I love my sweetheart? Well I really never tried to tell. I love her mayhap for her smile, So innocent and free from guile.
Perhaps I love her for her mien, So calmly cheerful and serene; Or it may be her silken hair, First caught and tangled Cupid there.
And since I came to analyse; Her chiefest beauty is her eyes. Her mouth, too, that is Cupid’s bow— Perhaps that’s why I love her so.
And now I think of it, her voice First made my rusty heart rejoice And then her hand—’tis my belief It quite outvies the lily leaf.
Perhaps I love her for her ways That blend in with the sunny days. Tush—to be brief and plain with you, I love her just because I do.