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Ask Me Why I Love You 
by Walter Everette Hawkins 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    And I will ask the rose 
Why it loves the dews of Spring 
    At the Winter’s close; 
Why the blossoms’ nectared sweets 
    Loved by questing bee,—
I will gladly answer you, 
    If they answer me. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    And I will ask the flower
Why it loves the Summer sun, 
    Or the Summer shower; 
I will ask the lover’s heart
    Why it loves the moon, 
Or the star-besprinkled skies
    In a night in June. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    I will ask the vine 
Why its tendrils trustingly 
    Round the oak entwine; 
Why you love the mignonette
    Better than the rue,—
If you will but answer me, 
    I will answer you. 

Ask me why I love you, dear, 
    Let the lark reply, 
Why his heart is full of song
    When the twilight’s nigh; 
Why the lover heaves a sigh
    When her heart is true; 
If you will but answer me,
    I will answer you.