The Question

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Why do I love you, sweetest?
Let me ask the rose,
Let it point the nearest
And the biggest frost!

Why do I love you, dear?
Maybe you can know…
You’ll never see my tear,
Coz I will never show!

Why do I love you, darling?
Let me ask the wind?
I’m sure it’s trying
Creating lovely tint.

Maybe it will be much better
To ask the stars and cloud.
You can know the center
Of my joy. Stay proud!

Why do I love you, dearest?
I hope that you do know,
Coz you have stolen the pieces
Of my heart and love!

2006 ã.