what makes me love him?

what makes me love him?

it's not his singing

i've heard his singing

it sours the milk

and yet

it's gotten to the point

where i prefer that kind of milk. what makes me love him?

it's not his learning. he's learned so slowly

his whole life long

and though he really knows

a multitude of things

they're mostly wrong. he's not romantic

and yet i love him. no one occasion

he's used me ill

and though he's handsome

i know inside me

were he a plain man

i'd love him still. what makes me love him?

it's quite beyond me

it must be something

i can't define. unless it's merely

that he's masculine

and that he's mine.