why do you love me

Thy eyes gaze at mine

and I feel nothing but fulfillment,

though there is this pain,

constant, irreparable, in eternal growth,

so contrasting with thy natural beauty.

But oh, how can I feel pain by your side, 

if thou only make me good.

But oh, I cannot help but wonder:

why do thou love me?

How do thou love something that cannot be loved?