Because I Love Her

Because I love her and she is mine,

I give her every second of my given time.

When she is far away from me, she is upon my mind,

When others walk in sight of me, I go softly blind

Because I love her.  And she is mine.

Because I love her and she is mine

I listen for her call like I listen for the chime

Of clock hours rung by bells — breathless and sublime.

They may take a day or longer, but they come again in time

Because I love her and she is mine.

Because I love her and she is mine,

I don’t worry about the pennies, the nickels, or the dimes,

Whether it makes sense that the cents and dollar signs

Pass swiftly into the hands of others and swiftly out of mine,

The price I pay in paper is made up for with the rhyme

Of her laughter as she smiles and claims that I’m

Her favorite thing in all the world, beyond puppies have I climbed

Because I love her, and she is mine.

Because I love her, and she is mine,

I take in her every ticking second of my given time,

So I may memorize her features — her form, her shape, her line,

Her face and all its changes, her smile in its prime,

I hold hearty to the having of her though the hour spawns the crime

Of her slipping free in memory until she fades out of my mind,

Yet beholding her again rekindles the reason of nature’s rhyme,

That beauty lies eternal in the new and in the old,

That there are fickle truthes the world has and waits slowly to unfold,

And love does not defy them, it is too weak to do such things,

It finds its way around them — slipping through the strings

Of the wiry web the world makes, so that everything turns out fine,

That is why we last together, because the heart can hold the mind

So that the world cannot wither it away with fastly passing time,

Instead each day and hour quietly reminds

That I love her.  And she is mine.