How I Love You
published in DOGWOOD

How do I love you? I donít have a clue.

Itís quite the mystery, I must confess.

Iíd cite the ways were it not hopeless to,

yet even so, at times, itís fun to guess.

Itís that youíre, well, youíre absolute perfection;

the sweetest, dearest, kindest soul alive.

A beauty, certainly; thereís that connection

between your looks and how endorphins thrive,

in fact, go haywire at the merest mention

of you by someone else. I hide my blush

not very well, distracting their attention

as best I can, while conscious of the rush

of blood to my extremities, my heartís

confusion, my headís ambush by other parts.