You said I am chaotic, so why choose me?*

Ah, sweetheart,
where shall I start?
Your surging tides,
your silent cries
Your mystifying desire,
your beauty afire
Your flashing radiance,
your captivating brilliance
Your unending wit,
and your eyes' mist
Your pretty soul, my love,
The truth in your dark half
You use your hands and enlighten
The painful past I have written

So why not, sweetheart?
What's not to love?