I Love Her Not

For her cute red hair
or her tender lips
Not skin most fair
Nor shapely hips

Not all the things we've found in common
That make me throb like carpet bombin'

It's not the sex
It's not her touch
Or wondering, What's next?
That make me love her so much

And did I forget to mention?
All her kind and loving attention
It's not that, I've got to say
That makes me dreamy night and day

She cooks good stuff
and healthy too
Still that's not enough
to turn me to goo

Not one of these things
That I've listed above
Not bracelets or earrings
is what makes me love

But it's all of these reasons
and countless more
Are why I love Beamer
Forevermore

I Love You Beamer

Y. glover