Nevermind, there's not that many. <br />Your form is as good as any. <br />And your eyes, they're not spectacular. <br />In words, they'd be vernacular. <br />Though green and stunning, <br />And sharp and cunning, <br />They're simply not spectacular. <br />I love your smile, <br />Or is it vile? <br />Or is it something else? <br />Else or vile, I love that smile; <br />I love it for its wealth. <br />And your hair, needless to say, <br />Will someday be patchy and gray. <br />But nevertheless I love it today. <br />I'll love you today, <br />But never tomorrow, <br />So laugh your soul and cry your sorrow, <br />Before I go away.<br /><br />Leon Agnew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-do-i-love-thee-let-me-count-the-ways-2/
