Rhyming Poems · Love

Asked Why

by The QuillOak Editors

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1They ask me why, and I say: look,

2the way she laughs with her whole face,

3the way she argues with a book,

4the way she makes a room a place.

5They nod as if they understand.

6They don't, and I don't mind a bit.

7Love isn't something you can list.

8It's her. That's all. That's all of it.

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Poem: Asked Why
Poet: The QuillOak Editors
Length: 8 lines
Form: Rhyming Poems, Quatrain
Themes: Love, For Her

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Rhyming Poems Quatrain Love For Her

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