Why

It isn't your pretty that makes me love you;
there are pretty girls all over the place.
And although they can be seen all over the world,
they can't compete with your beautiful face.

Your body is just spectacular;
look down, you know it's true.
But as much as I seem to be obsessed,
it won't explain my love for you.

The sexiest part about you
has to be your brilliant mind.
In spite of my dedication to get inside,
it isn't why you were such a find.

You have inside you a heart of gold,
that completely fascinates your man.
But it won't explain my elation,
on the day you gave me your hand.

Looking out for all of my children,
you are the best Mom I've ever seen.
But it doesn't make me love you,
and, no, I'm not being mean.

It's the culmination of everything,
that makes you who you are.
And every other woman out there,
is eclipsed by you, by far.

I spend my days thinking of you,
and at night you frequent my dreams.
I can't seem to get you out of my head,
but that's the last thing I want, it seems.

The reasons that I love you,
have all been listed above.
Together they've made me all yours,
forever and ever, My Love.