On love

I will not love you for your smile,
I will love your smile because it is yours.

I will not love you for your eyes,
I will love your eyes because they are yours.

I will not love you for your hands,
or their sweet touch upon my skin,
I will love your hands because they are your own,
and their touch is the warmest gift.

I will not love you for your voice,
or your scent,
or your laughter,
or even your talents or good fortune,
I will love you because I know no better way,
because your smile is my smile,
and your eyes, my eyes,
because your heart is melded in mine,
and my air arrives at your breath.