Why

I sat alone thinking of you, wondering what possess you to love me; thinking of the things that I do that makes you crazy. But still you say that you love me. Why? You laugh at the notion. Laugh as we do silly and crazy things. Mostly out of fun. Nonetheless, still you say you love me. Why? We cry together. We fight together. We love together. Nevertheless, still you say you love me. Why? As I do not know the answer. However, still you say you love me. Why? Then you took me by the hand, and showed me why. Love is more than four letter words. It means more than a person can possibly imagine. With a gentle kiss, my heart intertwines, causing it to nearly burst with such devotion that I cannot hold it all in. That is exactly what I call L-O-V-E.