I sit in my room
With a pen and a pad
Trying to think
Of more reasons to add
To my list of why I love you
So far, I have none
I have been sitting up all night
Trying to think of some
But who are we,
To question love?
It is a gift, should be cherished
Given from above
I have no reason,
To love you
But, love is funny like that
And still, I do
Because love doesn't need reasons
Or questioning, or more
All it is, is wanting to spend,
Your life with the one you adore