Don'T Love Me For a Reason

Don't love me for a reason; just do Can we forget about high cheek bones And beautiful white smiles? Can it not be about the shapes that join to form me? Or the titles that precede my name? Wield not love as a currency See it not as a medium of exchange Would you leave and call me mad... If I donated the numbers in my bank account? Or if I returned the Ferrari with a smile and gave the estate up to the homeless? Would you still walk this road with me?