Ask me not, Dear, what thing it is <br />That makes me love you so; <br />What graces, what sweet qualities, <br />That from your spirit flow: <br />For I have but this old reply, <br />That you are you, that I am I. <br /> <br />My heart leaps when you look on me, <br />And thrills to hear your voice. <br />Lies, then, in these the mystery <br />That makes my soul rejoice? <br />I only know, I love you true; <br />Since I am I, and you are you.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-answer/
