After Love

I love my love at morning,

     I love my love at night;

I love my love when present,

     I love her out of sight.

I love her when she’s sleeping,

     I love her when awake;

I love her when she’s sweeping,

     I love to see her bake.

I love my love when she’s when silent,

     I love her when she talks;

I love her when she motors,

     I love her when she walks.

I love her when she’s laughing,

     I love her when she’s sad;

I love her when she’s chaffing,

     I love her when she’s mad.

I love my love in music,

     I love my love in rhyme;

I love my love at random,

     I love her all the time.

I love her stout or slender,

     I love her short or tall;

O, no, I wouldn’t tell her,

     For that would spoil it all.

March 11, ‘10