Author Irene Rutherford McLeod De Selincourt How do I love you? — I do not know. Only because of you — Gladly I go. Only because of you — Labor is sweet, And all the song of you — Sings in my feet. Only the thought of you — Trembles and lies Just where the world begins — — Under my eyes. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments