Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Question

You ask me why, I do not know.
You wonder why I love you so.
I never really gave it thought
I only know it's true,
In spite of how or why or when
I really, truly do.
Some things are just as natural
As flowers in the spring
Or the pure and simple wonder
that little children bring.
Like warm that comes in summer
Or a bird that's on the wing
There is no end to happiness
That having love can bring.
As fish must live in water
Or grapes upon the vine
Let's bind our hearts together,
Come share your life with mine.

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