I love you.
I don't know why.
But I do.
And I wouldn't want it any other way.
I know theres things about you,
that I love,
I know theres things you do that I love about you.
But what it is exactly that makes me love you,
well I just don't know.
But I don't care.
And I don't ask why,
because It does not matter.
As long as I know I love you,
well that is all I need to know.