Yesterdays — Why I Love Her

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_.