What Makes Me Love Him?

What makes me love him?

Its not his singing,

Ive heard his singing,

It sours the milk

And yet, its gotten to the point

Where I prefer that kind of milk.



What makes me love him?

Its not his learning.

Hes learned so slowly,

His whole life long

And though he really knows

A multitude of things

Theyre mostly wrong.



Hes not romantic,

And yet I love him.

No one occasion

Hes used me ill

And though hes handsome

I know inside me

Were he a plain man

Id love him still.



What makes me love him?

Its quite beyond me,

It must be something

I cant define.

Unless its merely

That hes masculine

And that hes mine.