Reversed

It's easy now to tell you why I love
But far too sappy ever to confess.
Of course I still love you, nevertheless,
You know that, dear, but it's a model of
Excess to tell you quite how much I do.
And yet I do, so frequently that you
Are slightly mocking of my wild excesses
Yet let me say, it's worth your mockery,
Worth everything that you could throw at me,
Worth all embarrassment that deeply presses
Into my soul, worth all the teasing guesses
About my often-doubted sanity,
Worth all of that and more, to honestly
Tell you how much I find that your love blesses.