Just A Woman

OU ask me why I love her;

Not a charm can you discover!

Would you

The heart that a shut rose is,

And whose beauty ne'er

Save for me?

She is not rich or clever,

But her speeches thrill me ever,

And with

My heart her whisper flutters,

Though the wisest word she

Is a kiss.

All evil things have shunned her,

And with a wide-eyed

Is she tasked,

What lavish god has

In her earth so much of

All unasked?

She has no gifts or graces,

But the gladness in her face

Sought of kings;

She cannot chant a measure,

But her heart with a grave

Ever sings.

Her gown is of the

But the hem is soiled the slightest:

Little worth,

She has no wings to fly with,

And she prefers to hie

Me on earth.

There is no hint of

Or glimpse of deep thought

In her eyes;

She is warm and she is human,

Just a weak and wilful woman —Not too wise.

Her thousand beauties singing,

I have not said how

Are her arms;

But, not loved and not the

Dare you ever hope

Half her charms?