To Love You

Who can say from whence the heart grows fond?
It is as the wolf which grabs her prey
Unrelenting and unforgiving.

Is it the oval cast of your lovely face?
Which radiates warmth and beauty?
A breath of fresh life.

Is it the curve of your bosom?
Or the shape of your legs?
Or perhaps your elegant laugh?

Is it perhaps anything seen or felt?
Or touched?
Is it anything at all I can explain?

No, but to love you requires no reason
That you should tie strings to my heart
And imprison me forever in your grace.

But to love you is enough
Yeah, more than enough
To quench my desperate fires!

~Est. 99