Why do You love me?
For my swaying thoughts?
For my worried heart?
No, for your returning spirit.
Why do You love me till death?
For the waves of confusion in my brain?
For the million questions I ask
without waiting for answers?
No, for your passion to know Me.
Why does Your love extend its
arms as wide as the seas and
run as far as the rivers?
For my cheating heart?
For my limited faith?
No, for your want to discover my mysteries.
Why does Your love for me know no end?
For me flawed character?
For my selfish accusations?
No, because I delight in you.
Why did You, Love, pay the price
of all prices for this heap of a mess?
Because you are My beautiful mess!