Don't ask why I love you. Instead, ask me everyday,"Can you love me more?"

Why would we possibly drift? What exactly happened between us? How did those plain harsh words came about? Where did the trust we promised we should give? When will we ever get rid of the uncertainties? Who can we turn to when the going gets tough?

I was reading Poems online to counter attack my Literature homework, when I came across this Poem by Christopher Brennan.

Because she would ask me why I love her

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tales were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our needs
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

Simply put, I live to love you, not to explain to anyone the reason why I do. Love is so encompassing that it cannot be explained or even justified. Trying to do so will only cheapen the emotion. RIGHT?!!?

"Baby, If I should die tmr, I'd go down with a smile on my face, I thank God for giving me the chance to love you, and being loved by you."