What makes me love him
What makes me love him?It's not his singing,I've heard his singing,it sours the milkand yet, it's gotten to the pointwhere I prefer that kind of milk.
What makes me love him?It's not his learning.he's learned so slowly,his whole life longand though he really knowsa multitude of thingsthey're mostly wrong.
He's not romantic,and yet I love him.no one occasionhe's used me illand though he's handsomeI know inside mewere he a plain manI'd love him still.
What makes me love him?It's quite beyond me,it must be somethingI can't define.Unless it's merelythat he's masculineand that he's mine