Author J. A. Pott You ask the reasons why I never do Kiss you? Fair locks I love and you have none, That's one. Your face is of the beetroot's hue, That's two. Your one blear eye can hardly see, That's three. That act all nature might appal, Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments