Because

For dawns in orchid gossamer gowns,

For peaks that wear the sunrise crowns,

For the winds that make the violets nod.

For sunsets burning in the sky,

For homing clouds that hurry on by,

For night that in blackest velvet shod.

For summer suns, for winter snows,

For autumn dressed in vivid calicoes,

For the smell of springtime's rain-wet sod.

I love you,

Because you have done,

More than any creed,

Could so have ever done.

To make me good,

And more than any fate,

Could have done,

To make me happy.

You have done it.

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign,

You have done it.

By being yourself,

Perchance that is what being,

In love is,

After all.