I Love Her

I love her:
Although
Not enough
To make me say
The things I feel
When’ ere I gaze
Upon her lovely face,
And know within my heart
That it is real:
And I shall never twice,
Consider
Sweet, adultered love—
For with her,
How my life is sweet
As long as I have her to love
And smile,
And make my heart rejoice
To touch me in that, special way
Caress my heart with hands of silk,
To laugh, and make me feel this way,
And yet,
My love shall never know
The achings of my foolish heart:
The wellings of the fountain deep
Upon whose reigns,
Her lovely eyes
Doth start:
For I,
In fear,
Becometh dumb:
My tongue,
Once limp,
An iron slate—
As if the elephants doth stand
To graze upon it
When I wish
To speak, to her;
And so she goes
Believing that it isn’t so—
And not that I just can’t relate
The music
That wells deep within
My soul:
That laughs and sings to her
To praise her in that
Special way:
But if she’d ears to hear my heart,
She’d weep
At what
My heart
Would say!