Ask me not, Dear, what thing it is
That makes me love you so;
What graces, what sweet qualities,
That from your spirit flow:
For I have but this old reply,
That you are you, that I am I.
My heart leaps when you look on me,
And thrills to hear your voice.
Lies, then, in these the mystery
That makes my soul rejoice?
I only know, I love you true;
Since I am I, and you are you.
An Old Answer
Robert Laurence Binyon
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Poem topics: I love you, heart, dear, voice, soul, sweet, hear, spirit, mystery, rejoice, true, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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