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, my love burns with this flame intense, Not for your beauty, though I find you fair, Not for your charming lack of common sense, Not for your ignorance, beyond compare. I love you, not because I think your mind Is empty as a flawless cup of glass, Not for the fascination that I find Hearing you talking like a perfect ass. No, but because with you, as in a dream, I seem a giant, dominant and strong, As in real life I very seldom seem, Or only after effort hard and long, But you admire everything I do, And all I say you greet with, "Oh, how true!"