Thoughts Of Love

What makes you think that I like you? Your height, your colouring, Your grace and beauty, wit and charm. That's such a soothing balm. What makes you think I'm fond of you? Not your delicate nose? That gently wrinkles when you smile. Such a lovely profile. What makes you think I'm drawn to you? Is it those deep blue eyes? That flood of limpid blue I see Where my soul wanders free. What makes you think I adore you? The softness of your voice? Like a soft floating breath of air Which nothing can compare. What makes you think I might love you? Is love only a dream? That draws you only to chastise Where the wounded heart cries. Love, just like a good wine, takes time To ripen and mature. It lasts through times, both thick and thin. True love will always win.