Ask Me Why I Love You

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    And I will ask the rose 
Why it loves the dews of Spring 
     At the winter’s close; 
Why the blossoms’ nectared sweets 
     Loved by questing bee,—
I will answer you, 
     If they answer me. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    And I will ask the flower
Why it loves the Summer sun, 
    Or the Summer shower; 
I will ask the lover’s heart
     Why it loves the moon, 
Or the star-besprinkled skies
     In a night in June. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    I will ask the vine 
Why its tendrils trustingly 
    Round the oak entwine; 
Why you love the mignonette
    Better than the rue,—
If you will but answer me, 
    I will answer you. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    Let the lark reply, 
Why his heart is full of song
   When the twilight’s nigh; 
Why the lover heaves a sigh
    When her heart is true; 
If you will but answer me,
    I will answer you. 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 14, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.