Is there a reason we cry?
Is it the pain of our broken hearts?
That feeling when nothing else matters.
Is it the overwhelming fixture of sorrows?

Why do we get hurt by those we care about the most?
How can one think so casually with no regrets?

I don’t know what it is exactly,
But I like you!
And that is all that matters
Maybe it’s your face or the curvaceous shape of your angelic body
I just don’t know!

What I do know is that your smile provokes a weakened heart
Your personality triggers a flame that is burning low
And your lips speak the intriguing language of affection

I do think you’re worth the effort
I do think you’re worth the pain!