Why do I Love? go, ask the Glorious Sun <br />Why every day it round the world doth Run: <br />Ask <br />Thames <br />and <br />Tiber <br />, why they Ebb and Flow: <br />Ask Damask Roses, why in <br />June <br />they blow: <br />Ask Ice and Hail, the reason, why they're Cold: <br />Decaying Beauties, why they will grow Old: <br />They'll tell thee, Fate, that every thing doth move, <br />Enforces them to this, and me to Love. <br />There is no Reason for our Love or Hate, <br />'Tis irresistible, as Death or Fate; <br />'Tis not his Face; I've sense enough to see, <br />That is not good, though doted on by me: <br />Nor is't his Tongue, that has this Conquest won; <br />For that at least is equalled by my own: <br />His Carriage can to none obliging be, <br />'Tis Rude, Affected, full of Vanity: <br />Strangely Ill-natured, Peevish, and Unkind, <br />Inconstant, False, to Jealousy inclined; <br />His Temper could not have so great a Pow'r, <br />'Tis mutable, and changes every hour: <br />Those vigorous years that Women so adore, <br />Are past in him: he's twice my Age and more; <br />And yet I love this false, this worthless Man, <br />With all the Passion that a Woman can; <br />Dote on his Imperfections, though I spy <br />Nothing to Love; I Love, and know not why. <br />Sure 'tis Decreed in the dark Book of Fate, <br />That I should Love, and he should be ingrate.<br /><br />Ephelia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-one-that-asked-me-why-i-loved-j-g/
