Classic Poem

I LOVE her for her charming face,
And those fond eyes that gaze on me,
And roguish lips that hold the place
Where other lips most long to be,
The rosy cheek, the dimpled chin,
That would less ardent lover win.

I love her just because I do,
Because 'tis such a pleasure, too,
And were such wooing
My undoing
Just as tenderly I 'd woo,
I could n't help it, nor could you.

I love her for her dimpled hand,
And hold it just to see her frown,
And disobey her sweet command
To see her dainty foot come down.
I could not change her if I would
Nor would I change her if I could.

I love her for herself alone,
And worship at the shrine within
Until her kisses make it known
I am forgiven for the sin;
I wonder if in heaven I 'll be
Excused for such idolatry.