I do not love you for your smile, So welcoming, warm and mischievous, Or even for your special glance, so demure, meant only for me.
My love is not a reflection of some ensorcellment found in the depths of your jewelled eyes.
I do not love you for your charm, Your wit and lust for life, Or for the way you embrace new friends, companions and experiences.
My heart is not a slave to your every touch, bound by a witch's brew of lust, tenderness and desire.
I do not love you for your beauty, Enchanting as you are, Not your flawless style and grace or the way you walk a room, every eye captivated by the boundless joy that emanates from within your breast.
I just love you, Simple as that yet all encompassing.