For that thy face is fair I love thee not; <br />Nor yet because the light of thy brown eyes <br />Hath gleams of wonder and of glad surprise, <br />Like woodland streams that cross a sunlit spot: <br />Nor for thy beauty, born without a blot, <br />Most perfect when it shines through no disguise <br />Pure as the star of Eve in Paradise, --- <br />For all these outward things I love thee not: <br /> <br />But for a something in thy form and face, <br />Thy looks and ways, of primal harmony; <br />A certain soothing charm, a vital grace <br />That breathes of the eternal womanly, <br />And makes me feel the warmth of Nature's breast, <br />When in her arms, and thine, I sink to rest.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-reason/
