What makes me love him
What makes me love him?
It's not his singing,
I've heard his singing,
it sours the milk
and yet, it's gotten to the point
where I prefer that kind of milk.
What makes me love him?
It's not his learning.
he's learned so slowly,
his whole life long
and though he really knows
a multitude of things
they're mostly wrong.
He's not romantic,
and yet I love him.
no one occasion
he's used me ill
and though he's handsome
I know inside me
were he a plain man
I'd love him still.
What makes me love him?
It's quite beyond me,
it must be something
I can't define.
Unless it's merely
that he's masculine
and that he's mine
