The Other Poems
Why I Love Her So

You ask me why I love her so?
   For all the reasons man may know:
Why gifts are given, jewels are mined,
   and gold and silver are refined;
why flowers grow; why trees give shade;
   why vows in green grass have been made;
why summer, autumn, winter, spring;
   why prince and princess, queen and king;
why hills are high, which hide the vale;
   why some stay home while some set sail;
why blind men see; why deaf men hear;
   why little children are held dear;
why hearths are stoked; why fires glow;
   why hearts are warmed despite the snow;
why babes are born; why couples wed;
   why Jesus Christ rose from the dead;
why in my heart, her I behold;
   why she is whom I want to hold;
why praises to my God I sing;
   why I want her to wear my ring;
why red is red; why blue is blue;
   why purple is those colors, too;
why man would want to take a wife
   and live with her for all his life;
why lad and lass wait till they wed;
   why holy is the marriage bed;
why comfort comes amidst the pain;
   why rainbows spring from sun and rain;
why words are better face to face;
   why letters go from place to place;
why young girls want to hold a child;
   why friends forgive and reconcile;
why plates are set with fork and spoon;
   why Jesus Christ is coming soon;
why I look in the looking-glass;
   why any lad would love this lass;
why children run, and play, and laugh;
   why old men lean upon the staff;
why wheat is reaped; why corn is eared;
   why festivals are held each year;
why cows are milked; why sheep are shorn;
   why milk is drunk and wool is worn;
why men and women want to meet;
   why families sit down to eat;
why husbands father, mothers wive;
   why children ask their parents why;
why gentlemen must be behaved;
   why preachers preach, and men are saved;
why judgment sprang up in the Flood;
   why mercy came in Christ's shed blood;
why Christ was beaten, broken, slain;
   why she and I are born again;
why wrong is wrong; why right is right;
   why lovers love and poets write;
why in her absence, her I miss;
   why standing in her presence, bliss;
why all the reasons man may know...
   ...and more...are why I love her so.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org