Is not because her delicate mouth
Fulfill exactly with perfection,
Neither for her eyes color café
Nor for the brilliance of her sight.
Is not because her melodious voice
Is superior to whisper of an angel,
Neither because her hands
Are so smooth that exude honey.
Is not for the supreme grace
Of her strut walk,
Not even for her sculptural body.
Is not because her feminine skin
Is more beautiful than porcelain,
Nor because her teeth and nails
Seem the most pure ivory,
Neither because her breast
Was designed with precise rules
Of most perfect symmetry,
Not even because her legs
Are the best molded.
Is not for her precise measures,
Nor because her hip are sensual.
Is because I love her
And the best explanation that I love her
Is continuing to love her as I love her.
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