Why

Why dear woman do I love you so? Why oh why won't I let you go? Why must this feeling not cease to grow? When was I struck by cupid's bow? Why was it me, of so many men? Why do I not now know, like I didn't then? Why was I struck by love's blade like the oblivious hen? Why will you not disappear like the ink of an erasable pen? The alert side of me knows we need separation, But for such an event, my heart has had no preparation, So I hold fast to you as a prized possession, Never letting go even in my love's recession. Love burning bright as the day it first ignited, Back when we were anxious and well excited, Those days now long gone, all I feel is frustration, But why can't I leave though I need evacuation?