Why do you love me?
Why do I love you?
This question keeps echoing in my mind—
And I think I have some reasons, but do they hold true?

Maybe it’s the way you walk,
Each step like you're gliding on ice.
But if someday you couldn’t walk,
Would my love for you fade like melted frost?

Maybe it’s the sound of your voice,
A tone that seems crafted to lift me up.
But if you ever lost that voice,
Would my love go quiet, too, and just stop?

Maybe it’s the sparkle in your eyes,
Where I see the man I hope to be.
But what if cataracts stole that shine?
Would my love vanish, as sight turned to memory?

Or maybe it’s the curve of your form—
Like God spent those seven days sculpting you.
But if age or time changed that shape,
Would my love drift, forgetting its view?

Then, it dawned on me like a sunrise clear—
I shouldn’t love you for reasons bound to disappear.
Because reasons will fade like passing seasons,
So I love you simply because… I love you.