love I not your lips, but the words that you say
With wit and a candor we think much the same
love I not your eyes, but the way that you stare
True silence be met with the turbulent pair
love I not your cheeks, but the way which you smile
Your carefree laughing hides status the wile  
love I not your hands, but the way that you touch
Warm, temperate passion fills my body with much  
love I not your charms, but the spirit you contain  
A beauty of all life in one woman such sustain