Don't I Love Thee?

Don't I love thee?
How incredulous of thought.
That my blood doth pulse
At the very mention of thy name.
That mine heart frolics
When interlocking fingers
Send shivers of delight
Through my fragile skeleton.
How can I rebuke thy affections?
Each inch of my body quivers
To return the heat offered.
Say not that I love not
When mine days are illuminated
Only when thee shines upon them.
'Tis the faint of heart who accuse
The act of their own doings.
And thus I should be questioning
Not the placement of mine heart,
But where thou hast put thine own.