Sonnet #1: Why Do I Love Her?

Why do I love her? I can’t count on toes And fingers like how Browning could not bear. Nothing but Trouble- she seems not to care About my Fatigue, my friends, or my foes. Anxiety lurks- I shake when she goes. Nervousness lingers- blankly not I stare. She’s not here, she’s not nice; Life is not Fair! Why do I love her from feet above nose? Why? The answer scurries across the mind! Pen I the insight: You’re beautiful; I Love you is unsuitable. And those eyes! Time, Space has seen none worthier than thy! -Subfusc. Memories always can I find. Cerebrum sees no snow; Heart holds all ties.