......it's her heart that I wish to keep

Got this wonderful piece from Hemanshu

Love is absolute bliss,
my only justification for it is this:
There is someone out there that I miss,
and something's in my heart amiss.

Her eyes are a bright spark,
her voice as sweet as a lark.
Her beauty is to mark,
her hair is a beautiful shade dark.

Her laugh is infectious,
her lips are delicious.
Her smile vivacious,
Her mind perspicacious.

Her voice is the first thing I like to hear in the morning,
she makes my day, and fills it with meaning.
Thinking of her makes my heart grow fonder,
I lose sight of whats yonder.

I love her well and true,
the thing I know not is what to do?
I hurt her often and bad,
but she never complains a tad.

I love her for what she is,
and not for what she can be.
But I don't know if she realises,
or if that, she can see.

Hopeless romantic from the start,
wish the day never comes when I truly lose heart.
I hope one day she becomes mine,
I would cook for her and take her out to dine!

They say beauty is only skin deep,
but it's her heart that I wish to keep.
To hold her close and whisper words of affection,
to forever make her the object of my attention.