Why do you love me?

Why? That part no one knows. No one can know. For, it is our hearts desire and not our minds. It is what my heart wants, not my mind. Hearts do not tell their masters what they want, what they like, what they love, why they love. That's how it is for all with a heart to hold. Without question. An eternal mystery that can never be solved. 

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

This was sent to me by someone who thought I should read. I do not understand why out of a 143 people only two reviewed it when other blather here garners reviews ad nauseum.
The heart and the mind don't talk to each other. This is a relevant write. Nice to read you.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Why, thank you.

[Barbara Walker]

After reading this, I don't feel so bad when asked that question and I can't find the words and reply, "Because."

[Tsubaki Kuro]

This poem is very true. Great work.

[Davidgeo]

Well look at you.....

Been good for a long time.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

i like to think i've been good since fourth. thanks.

[Davidgeo]

I do respect you. No matter what I say... you have that of me.

[falling_toxic_rain]

Very true. A common question with various answers.
Nice write.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

thank you.