Classic Poem

Of course I love you! Love your dusky hair,
 Your sea-gray eyes, your bud-like lips, your throat
White as the hurrying foam, soft as the summer air
 That down the rose-lane whispers one love note;
  Of course I love you! You who are so wise
  Your lashes needs must veil your sapient eyes.

I love to think my fate is in your hands;
 To know you're ever near me in The Race;
To sense the way you meet all my demands—
 (Granting what's good for me, with charming grace!)
  I love your poise; your joyous laugh; your walk;
  The sweet, grave way you listen—when I talk.

So, when the quiet hour comes, and you are here
 Waiting to smile my troubles into air,
I hold you closer to me, clever dear,
 Kissing your eyes and lips and throat and hair.
 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
  Perhaps I love you most when I do that—
  For then you say I'm wise…dear dip omat!