They question me
About what I like in you;
I tell them that it’s your kindness.
They ask me
About what attracts me to you;
I reassert that it’s your kindness.
They demand to know why I like you;
I insist that it’s your kindness.
They shake their heads
And cackle with tearful glee–
As if they see a joke in me.
They cannot comprehend
The sole reason of what, in you, I see;
They don’t realize that naught else
May ever beat the benevolence
That I sense in every lil’ thing you do;
Because, a lot may offer varied qualities
Like corporal beauty, impressive intellect,
And stellar monetary worth;
Yet, I opt to be with someone
Who owns a heart
That’s pure and true.
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